The biting cold wind cut through, the cries of terrified citizens echoed by his ears.
Shang Yanting stood atop a tall building, enveloped in darkness within his own mind.
His eyes stared vacantly ahead, in his palm, Magic Power had already gathered. The Ten Thousand Demons Seal was about to be formed, in that moment, Demonic Qi would transform into tens of thousands of malicious spirits, dragging the people of Shangmou City into darkness together.
Shang Yanting slowly formed the seal, just at the last second, he suddenly heard a familiar, vibrant voice full of life.
"Host!"
Shang Yanting's hand stopped, his expression froze as he lifted his head.
Clearly overwhelmed by darkness, blinded.
Yet, within the endless darkness, he saw a person.
Her hair was disheveled,
her attire bizarre,
her smile beamed brightly, her whole being glowing, as if she could pull one out of the darkness.
