Flocks of birds scattered in the mountains. 

An army haphazardly rushed into the mountain forests, and the smell of blood filled the air amid painful cries, wails and fearful screams. Everything together formed a very tragic scene. 

Xiao Tianluo, who had grey sideburns, glanced at the miserable scenes around him. His chest was dripping with blood, his body was shivering, and his eyes were filled with regret and fury.

He had never imagined that Saint Remains City, which he had painstakingly built over the years, would be destroyed in his hands.

“Old Yan, how is Tianxuan? Has he caught up?!” Xiao Tianluo’s voice trembled as he asked. 

“Lord…”   

The trusted aide called old Yan wore a very sorrowful expression as he said through gritted teeth, “The junior city lord is bringing up the rear, but there are...