The demons marched forward for a while and came to a city.
A section of the city wall and its towers had collapsed, revealing a huge gap that was just big enough for a large monster to pass through.
After entering the city, Bai Xiaotian and Gu Hualing finally experienced what hell on earth was.
Inside the city, the original houses and buildings have almost all collapsed. Everywhere you look, there are broken walls and dusty ruins.
In those vast ruins, corpses of humans lying naked could be seen everywhere. They were not monks, or even soldiers, but ordinary people, yet they were all brutally massacred.
A blazing bonfire was burning at the foot of the city wall, where a group of nearly a hundred wounded demons gathered, temporarily staying here to recuperate. They moved a few bricks from the city wall to build a stove, on which was a large pot filled with thick, white, boiling broth.
Shen Luo just took a look from a distance and his eyelids twitched suddenly. In the bubbling and steaming broth, a small arm bone was exposed.
The army did not stop here. They quickly passed through the city and went out of the other side of the city gate. Only then did Shen Luo see the three words "Dongqiu Kingdom" on a huge broken plaque left on the ground.
The Dongsheng Shenzhou is different from the Nanzhanbuzhou. There are not many countries established by the human race there. Even if there are, they are all small city-states where one city is one state.
The destruction of this city also means the destruction of a country.
Shen Luo couldn't help but turn around and look inside the city. A dark shadow quietly slipped out from his body and disappeared into the shadow of the city wall. No one noticed.
The demon army was moving further and further away, and the wounded demons in the city were about to enjoy the broth in the pot.
One of them was holding a broken bowl and leaning half of his body, about to scoop some broth from the pot, when suddenly a figure emerged from his shadow, raised his hand and slashed his neck with a knife.
The man's huge head rolled into the pot of broth, and he never understood what happened until he died.
The other wounded demons realized something was wrong and immediately stood up, ready to meet the enemy, but Zhao Feiji's figure was like a ghost, moving quickly among them, jumping back and forth in their shadows, reaping lives.
Soon, he completed the mission assigned to him by Shen Luo, and his figure disappeared into the darkness again.
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After a day of marching, the demon army finally arrived at the Kingdom of Aolai.
This is one of the few large city-states in Dongsheng Shenzhou. The city is tall and originally housed a population of one million, but now only a mess of ruins remains.
The city wall was hit by something unknown, leaving seven or eight huge gaps. The bottom was covered with a dense layer of human corpses, some of which had been trampled and deformed, like mud.
On the battlements at the top of the city wall, one could see corpses piled up like mountains, which was enough to show that this place had experienced an extremely fierce offensive and defensive battle.
It’s a pity that despite the desperate resistance of the human race, they were ultimately no match for the powerful demons.
The city was naturally a scene of purgatory on earth. The demons gathered a large number of human corpses and piled them into small hills. However, they did not use them as graves, but stored them as blood food to feed those unintelligent demon beasts.