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Just as Fan Tong and his companions were about to be reduced to dust by the giant magical hand, the city lord of Zhenmo City, who was watching from afar, suddenly made his move.

He moved with lightning speed, instantly leaping to the center of the battlefield. With a flick of his sleeve, the giant magical hand vanished without a trace, directly blocking the enemy general.

At this moment, the city lord exuded a powerful aura, his robes fluttering, like a war god descending to earth.

"Hmph, consider yourself lucky today!" the demon general said through gritted teeth, then waved his weapon and gave the order to retreat.

The demon army retreated like a tide, leaving behind a devastated battlefield and corpses strewn everywhere.

As the Demon Suppression City Lord watched the demons' departing figures, his tense expression relaxed slightly.

Fan Tong and the others came before the city lord and bowed in greeting.

"Thank you for your help, City Lord," Fan Tong said.

The city lord nodded slightly, his eyes showing both exhaustion and relief: "It is fortunate that you were able to return successfully from the Demon Suppression Tower. Although the demons' conspiracy failed this time, there will probably be more trouble in the future."

"I have a question in my mind. I wonder if the city lord could enlighten me?" Fan Tong couldn't help but ask after hearing the city lord's words.

"Oh? You're Fan Tong? What do you want to ask?" The city lord was slightly surprised, clearly having heard of Fan Tong's name.

"I saw that the city lord was capable of defeating the enemy commander. I wonder why the city lord didn't take him down directly?"

"Is this what you're curious about? Do you think a familiar enemy is easier to deal with, or a clueless newbie is easier to figure out? You'll figure out the reasons behind it slowly!"

The city lord shook his head slightly, then ordered, "Everyone, return to the city to rest and strengthen defenses to prevent the demons from attacking again."

The group agreed and slowly walked into the city. As for the disciples of the various sects in the Northern Region, they dispersed once more to begin their own training!

With less than ten days remaining, under Fan Tong's leadership, the disciples of Fengqing Sect performed exceptionally well in various tasks and battles, and their scores were far ahead on the leaderboard.

"What incredible luck Fengqing Sect has had this year, to have such a formidable figure like Fan Tong leading them."

"Sigh, why doesn't our sect have such a leader?"

"I don't know where this Fan Tong came from; I've never heard of him before!"

Seeing Feng Qing Sect's points soaring on the leaderboard, disciples from other sects couldn't help but complain, and then desperately took on more missions.

However, while the battlefield between humans and demons fell into calm and the remaining disciples of various sects were desperately trying to earn points, a major event occurred in the Northern Region!

"What? The disciples of the Burning Flame Sect and the Cloud Mist Sect have joined forces and are fleeing towards the Western Regions?"

Upon hearing this news, Jian Wuhen abruptly stood up from the futon he was sitting on.

"I knew it! Those two bastards, Haoyang Zhenren and Wushang, were sneaking away. They were trying to escape!" Tong Daoren of the Mulan Sect cursed angrily.

"When the city lord of Zhenmo City sent back the message, we sent people to investigate. We didn't expect that these two sects were already prepared!" Feng Qingyang sighed slightly.

Although there have been struggles between the various sects, they have also lived together for thousands of years. Who could have imagined that these two sects would be so bewitched!

"These two sects are utterly depraved! They actually betrayed the human race and sided with the demon race!" Elder Bingyu of the Heartless Valley was also furious.

Her cold face was filled with anger, her brows were furrowed, and her eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

"We cannot let them succeed. We must eliminate them on their way to the Western Regions, or our Northern Regions will lose all face!"

Master Mulan Zongtong spoke with a gloomy expression, his knuckles turning white from the force he exerted.

Therefore, the various sects in the Northern Region quickly united to form a large-scale encirclement and suppression army, and chased after the Burning Flame Sect and Cloud Mist Sect at top speed!

On the day of the siege, the sky was as gloomy as a giant lead plate, thick, dark clouds looming overhead as if they might press down at any moment. A fierce wind howled, making everyone's clothes flutter loudly.

Experts from various sects gathered in front of the Burning Flame Sect and the Cloud Mist Sect, the dense crowd exuding a powerful aura.

"Burning Flame Sect, Cloud Glow Sect, I never expected that you would betray your ancestral teachings and submit to the Demon Clan!"

Master Mulan Zongtong shouted loudly, his voice echoing through the valley like a booming bell.

"This is called 'discretion is the better part of valor,' you know? The power of the demon race has exceeded your imagination. If we weren't unprepared, the world would already be the demon race's!"

"That's right! I urge you to come with us to the Western Regions and contribute to the great cause of the Demon Clan's revival. When the power is redistributed in the future, you will also have the merit of following the dragon!"

"Shut up! It seems that both of your sects have completely fallen into demonic possession. Since that's the case, don't blame us for being ruthless!"

A cold laugh echoed from within the Burning Flame Sect: "Hmph, you think you can destroy us?" The voice was full of disdain and provocation.

"Enough with the nonsense, today is your doomsday!" Elder Bingyu of the Heartless Valley shouted, launching the first attack.

The colorful ribbons in her hands danced like agile dragons, instantly transforming into streaks of sharp light that shot into the sect.

The light was dazzling, and wherever it passed, the air seemed to be torn apart.

Disciples from various sects unleashed their unique skills, and for a moment, magical lights intertwined and sword energy crisscrossed.

The disciples of the Wind Sword Sect brandished their longswords, creating a dazzling display of sword shadows, like blooming silver flowers; the disciples of the Wood Mist Sect wielded their massive clubs, creating a whistling sound as they moved with imposing force.

The disciples of the Burning Flame Sect and the Cloud Glow Sect also rose up in resistance, their flames and glow intertwining as they tried to stop the encirclement army's attack.

The disciples of the Burning Flame Sect waved their hands, and bursts of blazing flames erupted, forming a sea of ​​fire; the disciples of the Cloud Glow Sect lightly tapped their fingers, and shimmering light wove together into solid defensive lines.

"Show no mercy, everyone! We must exterminate these traitors!"

Feng Qingyang shouted, his voice filled with determination and killing intent.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The shouts of battle were deafening, and the roars of the crowd seemed to pierce the clouds.

In the fierce battle, many disciples on both sides were injured and fell. Blood stained the ground, mingling with the light of magic to create a tragic scene.

Despite the small number of high-ranking members in the Burning Flame Sect and Cloud Mist Sect, their cultivation levels far surpassed those of other sects in the Northern Region after they began practicing demonic arts!

Even Jian Wuhen of the Wind Sword Sect could only fight Haoyang Zhenren to a draw. As for the others, they relied on their numerical advantage to surround the other high-ranking members of the two sects.

"Hehe! Now you know the strength of our demon race, right? I advise you to surrender obediently, otherwise this day next year will be your death anniversary!"

Seeing that the higher-ups were gradually gaining the upper hand, Master Haoyang couldn't help but let out a sinister laugh, trying to undermine the confidence of the other sects.

"Enough nonsense! How could we possibly be like you!" Jian Wuhen cursed angrily, took a deep breath, and his moves became even more ruthless!

"Then just wait to be collected as a corpse! Haha..." Master Haoyang once again activated the demonic energy within his body, causing his strength to rise by a significant margin.

With a loud bang, Jian Wuhen was sent flying backward. Upon seeing this, Haoyang Zhenren's eyes flashed with killing intent, and he shot out his hand, aiming straight for Jian Wuhen's heart!

"No!" The disciples of the Wind Sword Sect cried out in terror upon seeing this scene!

Snapped!

A streak of light flew out, directly knocking away Haoyang Zhenren's magic weapon!