In the city of Qilin, Qixia is sitting in the Lord's mansion, holding the news that the sun is still shining.

"Twelve magic generals, are you coming at last? "Ah."

Xi Yan sat by, unable to see what was written on the letter.

"Sister's letter?"

"Well, there's a visitor coming recently." Qi Xia, with one hand on his chin, looked at the letter in his hand with interest.

Since the beginning of the war, every day new situations of the war will be sent to the main cities. They will receive news at the first time in Qixia. They have remembered the cruelty of the front line and the ferocity of the demons.

Will the twelve devils be? He will treat them well.

New hatred, old hatred, they, slowly calculate.

"The devil clan?" Xi Yan holds the Trident in her hand tightly, and her pretty face is full of hatred.

She did not forget that the people who died under Satan, the hometown of the bloodstained Mermaid, was her eternal nightmare.

"Yes." Qi Xia didn't hide it.

Xi Yan's perception is very strong. Once a demon enters the Kirin City, Xi Yan will definitely find out for the first time that Xi Yan's ability to protect herself is the weakest among the leaders of all ethnic groups, which is why Shen Yanxiao places her in Kirin City. Because among the magic spirits, in addition to Shen Yanxiao, Qi Xia is the strongest.

After inheriting the God of death, Qi Xia became very sensitive to the breath of the dead. Even though the war hasn't burned to the depth of the wasteland, the soul wandering in the air has made Qi Xia feel the shadow of death.

Those crying souls are telling the tragedy of this battle all the time.

Those former comrades in arms, their unwillingness and resentment are stimulating Qi Xia's soul all the time.

No one knows the will of the dead better than Qixia, and the God of death brings him feelings that no one can imagine.

The resonance with the dead is almost maddening.

The feeling of listening to the final lament of the dead can tear people's spirit apart. If Qi Xia's spirit is not strong enough, the negative effects brought by the God of death will completely destroy him.

Powerful power will always bring unexpected negative effects.

But Qixia never told anyone what the power of death is.

"During this period, I will strengthen the guard work of Kirin City. You are at ease." Don't want to bring too much pressure to Xi Yan. Qi Xia appeased Xi Yan. As early as Xi Yan entered Qilin City, Qi Xia arranged Xi Yan next to his room, so as to protect the vulnerable little mermaid in the first time when the demon family attacked.

Shen Yanxiao gives him the task, and he is bound to work hard to complete it.

Qi Xia knows that ordinary bodyguards have no resistance to the twelve magic generals at all. His words are just to reassure Xi Yan.

"I'm not afraid." Xi Yan opens her mouth firmly and bears a deep hatred. She never forgets it.

Qi Xia just smiled and didn't say much.

Not afraid?

Yeah, they shouldn't have been afraid.

More and more people have died. Although Shen Yanxiao's war of attrition has been successful, Qi Xia knows very well that with Shen Yanxiao's character, no matter how many people die, Shen Yanxiao can't really laugh at this moment, for every dead person in the desolate land, it's like a stab in her heart.

"I will make them pay." Qixia squinted.