“Bald donkey, I admit defeat,” the white-robed Taoist sighed.
“Hm?” The yellow-robed monk looked puzzled.
“Let those two win. What good is victory if everyone outside is dead?” With that, he leaped down from the city wall. Lord Lao, sword on his back, looked ready to face death with dignity.
“Sigh, if you've conceded, I can't take on four fists with only two. Fine!”
The old monk leaped down after him, leaving only the purple-robed woman and the masked figure in black robes on the wall, utterly bewildered.
Below the city, monstrous beings from the mountains and seas crowded the frontier, while the human race was split apart and locked in endless civil war.
Will the great monsters seize control of the world once more, or will humanity find a way back from the brink? Follow the blood, sweat, and tears of the protagonist's generation as they fight with blade and axe.
Welcome to Shanhai!
