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The next day, the sky lit up.

Ling Hao directly headed towards White Stone City. As he flew, he saw a large group of refugees. After listening to the woman's narration, he knew that these were the commoners who had luckily escaped from White Stone City.

When he arrived at White Stone City, Ling Hao stood at the bottom of the city and looked at the thick black mist in front of him. Demonic energy raged and he released his primordial spirit to sense that there were at least a thousand demons inside.

These demons were all sentient beings.

Trees, flowers, wolves.

A few were even Rank 3 Demonic Beasts.

At the gate there was a young man on horseback, and on either side of him nearly a hundred people were looking around.

A middle-aged man covered in blood crawled out of the city gate. It seemed that something was chasing him.

His eyes were filled with fear, but his limbs were nimble.

That young man was the fourth prince, Yang Feilong. He had built a refugee camp on the west side of White Stone City. That was where Ling Hao had come from.

"Quick, quickly go and support them!" When Yang Feilong saw that someone had escaped, he quickly ordered the people beside him to come over.

At this moment, a huge python came out from the door. Its ferocious head opened its big mouth and was about to swallow the middle-aged man in one gulp.

"No!"

Yang Feilong was at the fifth level of Good Fortune, but it was too far away for him to pass it in an instant. His eyes immediately became red with impatience.

Suddenly, a white-clothed youth appeared in his pupils. The youth's sword pierced through the python's body, causing blood to splash onto the middle-aged man's face.

This scene shocked everyone.

A deity?

Demons?

"Why haven't you left yet?" Ling Hao said as he brandished his long sword. The giant python was cut into pieces.

The middle-aged man stood up and fled crazily.

Ling Hao pushed open the city gates with a single palm strike.

"Friend, do you want to go in? They're all demons. "

Even if Yang Feilong was at the fifth level of Manifestation, he did not dare to rashly go in. His reinforcements would arrive in three days.

There was no need to helplessly watch this white-clothed youth die, so he kindly reminded him.

"Yes, I want to slaughter all the demons."

Ling Hao held the Netherworld Sword in his hand, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

He ignored Yang Feilong's warning and directly entered the city.

Yang Feilong muttered, "This youth must be the descendant of a refugee. No, I also want to go in."

"Soldiers, young people only know that even if they die, they must take revenge. This prince was born to be a prince, so he must take revenge for the people!"

Yang Feilong lifted his long spear and rushed towards the city gate. The soldiers behind him looked at him with a look of shock. Some retreated while others followed him in.

After Ling Hao entered, he stretched out both of his hands, and the black millstone in the sky gradually grew larger.

The lightning swirled around him, forming a vortex.

The tiger, wolf, snake, and leopard mountain immediately began to tremble in fear.

This human was different from other humans, the aura around his body was too terrifying.

Especially after the black millstone came out, even the demonic qi had thinned out a bit.

"Gather for me!"

The millstones in the sky were like heavenly punishments, a black stream of air that covered the sun.

Countless demonic beasts madly charged towards the millstone.

They couldn't help it, and a suction force caused them to rush towards the sky.

On the roof was a golden tiger and a golden panther.

Aside from the two of them, the other monsters roaming around the city were all sucked into the black millstone.

Ling Hao's blue eyes turned cold. Those that were sucked in were all Rank One and Rank Two demon beasts.

When the demonic beast in the sky came in contact with the spinning black millstone, its flesh was immediately crushed.

Blood rained down.

Yang Feilong looked up at the sky and saw endless amounts of blood falling from the sky. For a moment, he thought he was dreaming.

The soldier behind him mumbled, "Immortals, they are definitely immortals. Only immortals can make such a big move!"

The white robes turned into blood-red clothes, and the White Stone City continued to howl non-stop.

The disorderly sounds came from the demonic beast before it died.

As if frozen in time, thousands of demon beasts were annihilated just like that.

If it existed, there would only be endless blood rain.

Everyone who had entered the city raised their heads to look at the sword-wielding youth standing in the sky.

"Yes, I want to slaughter all the demonic beasts." This sentence was not a joke. Yang Feilong said in ecstasy, "Hero, please accept my, Yang Feilong's, bow!"

Yang Feilong bowed in worship. His face was filled with incomparable comfort. This was the best way to relieve his hatred. The helpless demon beast had died just like that.