In the deep mountain dense forest, Zhou Dao walks forward with sullen eyes, as cold as the depths of a terrifying abyss.
The gazes of the Demon Control Department, the Demon Suppression Bureau, the Sacrificial Ghost Sect, and the people of Peace Town all fell upon him.
Old Yuan, whose life was hanging in the balance, vaguely heard a familiar voice and struggled to open his eyes, covered in blood and flesh. Through the cracks, he seemed to see the young man who once accompanied him.
Long Ao's gaze froze just a little, as he found the young man before him somewhat familiar.
As a commander, he would naturally not pay attention to a little Demon Sealing Master.
"Zhou Dao, don't do anything rash..." Zhang Beixuan gritted his teeth.
He didn't know when Zhou Dao had returned, but facing the strongmen of the Sacrificial Ghost Sect, even the leader of Pingjiang City was helpless. Daring to speak at this moment was no different from seeking death.