Even when facing a Great Demon, he seemed not to be that intimidated.
The continuous advancement in strength put his mind at ease; even in this Black Brilliance Era, where demon beasts run rampant, he could maneuver with greater ease.
The next day, at the defensive line's garrison, atop a towering Black Stone Fortress.
Song Changming, Yang Zhen, and Xing Tiexin sat atop the battlement, drinking mild wine in the dim chilly wind.
"Have you heard about Donghua City being captured?" Yang Zhen looked at Song Changming and asked.
"When did that happen?" Song Changming was somewhat surprised, having just emerged from seclusion without paying attention to the spreading news.
The fall of a major city was no trivial matter, enough to alarm Prince Cui in the Prince's Mansion.
"Just yesterday," Yang Zhen replied.
"Moreover, most of the Nineteenth Army was sacrificed, including that Grand Marshal from the Zhao Family," added Xing Tiexin, who had heard about it in the army.
