Glory City had experienced months of battles, with countless demon beasts storming it. Thankfully, Ye Mo and company had successfully defended the waves of demon beast onslaught.

The city walls were mottled, some a result of the sharp claws of the demon beasts. Strewn beneath the city walls were demon beast corpses with many heroic Demon Spiritualists. Their remains were also buried under the city walls.

To protect this city, to secure the very last right to exist, countless people had stepped forward to fill the breach left by their fallen comrades.

Ye Mo stood above the towering city walls as he looked far into the distance.

Presently, Glory City only had about thirty thousand people left. There were casualties every year, and the roars of the demon beasts could be heard from the valley from time to time.

Deep sorrow was written all over Ye Mo's aged face. It was the grief of having his only son, Ye Zong, pass away. Furthermore, his granddaughter had gone somewhere extremely dis