Reneges on Word

Muffled hissing roars continued to ring in the air. Simultaneously, unending stream of Dead Spirit creatures continued to rush out of the space channel. They were killing the guards in the inn's courtyard.

These Dead Spirit creatures didn't possess astonishing strength. But, the number of these creatures was very high… so much so that it seemed impossible to kill them all.

"Damn, where are these many Dead Spirit creatures coming from?"

"They are the people of the Dark Moon Cult!"

"Go and inform General Ling and Elder Zhong that we can't hold them anymore."

"We are surrounded by them. We can't go out."

The guards in the courtyard were exerting their utmost effort to fight to the death. All these guards were either Xian Tian-ranked warriors or Star-ranked magicians. However, the layer of protective radiance on their bodies had already become bleak.