Li Hao had never weathered great wars before. Just the clash of twenty thousand people was stifling enough. His vision was excellent; he could even identify some familiar faces through their breathing alone.0

All of the Silver City Demon Hunters were on the frontlines, not just Liu Long. The several dozen Demon Hunters that he later formed had been employed as his personal guard all this time. They were kept out of harm’s way whenever danger arose.0

But today, Liu Long insisted on leading them into battle. Even Hong Qing was part of their numbers—Hong Yitang didn’t advise them otherwise.0

Li Hao knew what they had in mind. They were the basis of his foundation and although their strength lagged behind the rest, they wished to prove to everyone that they were still Li Hao’s most loyal warriors and strongest shield.0

I will go first when a battle breaks out!0

Repeated cries of “Demon Hunters!” echoed in the ear. Light flashed in front of Li Hao’s eyes; he saw blood spray across the scene as blades and spears clanged against each other. Weapons entered bodies and armor shattered.0

He looked around in a...1