Xia Country, Jiangnan City.
Wall after wall rose from the ground, with numerous high-tech weapons mounted atop them, and hordes of Blood Beasts surged towards Jiangnan City, while even more Blood Souls cackled wickedly in the sky.
"Fire!"
Cannon fire and war cries, continuous and unending.
"How dare you malevolent creatures! Today, even if it costs me my life, I will ensure that none of you die a good death."
"Hand Palm Thunder!"
A middle-aged Daoist, drenched in blood and surrounded by flashes of lightning, smashed a terrifying bolt of thunder from his hand, instantly turning dozens of Strange Beasts into ashes. The tremendous loss of Essence Qi in his body rapidly aged him.
"Amitabha."
An old monk, full of sorrow for the world, chanted in lamentation. His Buddha Beads rolled continuously, and a sudden explosion of Buddha Light engulfed him, but as his body withered away, a chilling intent to kill surfaced in his eyes as he looked at the Blood Souls in the sky.