Great desolate Central Plains, a small city in the far east, within the city Lord's of Qinyang City.
The fierce face of city lord Qin Hao was filled with a gloomy expression.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, his thick fingers clenched into a fist and smashed it onto a solid wooden table in the hall of the city Lord's office.
Immediately, sawdust flew everywhere and the table collapsed.
The reason why Qin Hao was so furious was because of the report slip in his hand.
Just two days ago, for some unknown reason, the demon beasts in the Forest of Fireflies surged out as if they had gone crazy.
If not for the fact that there were not many of them, a beast tide would have formed.
However, because of this, during the period of the demon beast riot, his city lord's office lost two more experts at the late-stage of the qi condensation realm.
"Damn it, what is going to happen in the Central Plains? Why are they coming wave after wave?!"