"Don't run away!"
Wang Yang felt the five thousand Qingzhou troops behind him showing signs of fleeing, and he hurriedly stopped them while wary of the demons and monsters, retreating backwards.
Zhang Xun, in front of the city wall, had a face full of displeasure. As a demon transformed directly from the black Qi, he was infinitely stronger than those thoughtless, inferior products.
The pleasure from the circulation of Demonic Qi within his body was irresistible, but now it was interrupted by a single command from Li Feng. Zhang Xun looked up to see that the person issuing orders on the city wall was not the familiar Yuanshu, but Li Feng, the one who had transformed him into a demon.
Li Feng, of course, noticed Zhang Xun's gaze as well. Ever since the Demonic Qi had been stored in the Land Temple, it had begun to expand relentlessly to the outside.