Heavenly thunder fell, and many blood demons on the city wall were struck into a pile of black charcoal, leaving black pits on the ground.
Zhao Huai swept a cold eye and pressed down several Fire Thunder Talismans that were forming in the void.
Fierce flames burst around him, and a large amount of red steam rose and scattered towards the sky.
In a short while, the blood demons on the city wall were wiped out, and the bloody cloud above the small city slowly receded.
The surviving common people, with disheveled hair and dirty faces, came in front of Zhao Huai to express their gratitude:
"Thank you, Immortal! Thank you, Immortal!"
"Thank you, Immortal, for saving our lives!"
Seeing their miserable appearance, Zhao Huai's mood did not improve, but he asked in a deep tone:
"Where are the nearby sects? Did they not come to aid this city?"