In Qilin City, Qi Xia was sitting in the city lord's mansion, holding in his hand the news that the sun never sets.
"Are the Twelve Demon Generals finally coming? Ha."
Xiyan sat aside, she couldn't see what was written in the letter.
"A letter from my sister?"
"Well, we have some guests coming to visit recently." Qi Xia rested her chin on one hand and looked at the letter in her hand with interest.
Since the start of the war, new battle conditions have been sent to major cities every day. Qi Xia and the others will receive the news immediately. The cruelty of the front line and the ferocity of the demons have all been engraved in their hearts.
Are they the Twelve Demon Generals? He will definitely entertain them well.
They are slowly settling old and new grudges.
"Is it a demon?" Xi Yan tightly held the trident in her hand, her delicate face filled with hatred.
She has not forgotten that her people died at the hands of Satan, and the blood-stained mermaid hometown is her eternal nightmare.
"Yes." Qi Xia didn't hide anything.
Xiyan's perception is very strong. Once a demon enters Qilin City, Xiyan will definitely find out immediately. Similarly, Xiyan's ability to protect herself is the weakest among the leaders of the clans. This is why Shen Yanxiao placed her there. Because of the reason in Qilin City, Qi Xia is the most powerful among the phantoms except Shen Yanxiao.
After inheriting the God of Death, Qi Xia became very sensitive to the breath of the dead. Even though the flames of war had not yet reached the depths of the desolate land, the souls lingering in the air had already made Qi Xia feel the shadow of death.
Those crying souls recount the brutality of this battle all the time.
Those deceased comrades, their unwillingness and resentment are irritating Qi Xia's soul all the time.
No one understands the will of the dead better than Qi Xia, and the god of death brings him feelings that no one can imagine.
The resonance with the dead is almost crazy.
The feeling of listening to the last screams of the dead can literally tear one's spirit apart. If Qi Xia's spirit were not strong enough, just the negative effects brought about by the god of death would have completely destroyed him.
Strong power always brings unexpected negative effects.
It's just that Qi Xia has never told anyone what the power of death is like.
"During this period, I will strengthen the guard work of Qilin City. You can rest assured." Not wanting to bring too much pressure to Xiyan, Qi Xia said soothingly. As early as after Xi Yan entered Qilin City, Qi Xia had sent Xi Yan to Qilin City. Yan arranged it next door to his room in order to be able to protect this fragile little mermaid as soon as the demons attacked.
He will definitely try his best to complete the task assigned to him by Shen Yanxiao.
Qi Xia knew that ordinary guards had no protective effect against the Twelve Demon Generals. His words were all to reassure Xi Yan.
"I'm not afraid." Xi Yan said firmly. She has never forgotten the blood feud.
Qi Xia just smiled and said nothing more.
Aren't you afraid?
Yes, they shouldn't be afraid in the first place.
More and more people are dying. Although Shen Yanxiao's war of attrition has been successful, Qi Xia knows very well that with Shen Yanxiao's character, no matter how many people die, Shen Yanxiao at this moment cannot truly She laughed out loud. Every death in the deserted land was like a thorn in her heart.
"I will make them pay the price." Qi Xia narrowed his eyes.