The flames licked the remains of Shituoling, and the eight hundred years of demon country's foundation were reduced to scorched earth in one day. The war flags of the Heavenly Court were planted all over the mountains, and the laughter of the generals of the Lei tribe and the wails of the monster clan intertwined into a doomsday symphony. Xiao Zhuanfeng squatted behind a boulder that was split by lightning, holding the already tattered mountain patrol gong tightly in his hand, looking at the ruins in front of him blankly.
