The Demon Race has always deemed the lives of lower grade demons as insignificant as grass, whereas the Human Race sees lower grade cultivators as the hope of the future.
"I agree with Tang Ze, let's just give it our all!" said the female spiritual cultivator who Tang Ze had just saved, gritting her teeth and stating her position.
"I agree too!"
"Let's try it, at worst we die!"
After Tang Ze voiced out, a chorus of assenting voices quickly rose one after another as everyone expressed their agreement.
Marquis of An Hai's gaze swept over their faces slowly, showing little emotion fluctuation, "Then, leave Li City?"
"We must do something, right?" Tang Ze nodded and confirmed.
"Alright, then..." Marquis of An Hai paused.
"Leave Li City!" In the next instant, a loud shout came from the mouth of Marquis of An Hai.
His resounding voice floated above the stormy city gates.
