The commotion outside the City Lord's Mansion grew increasingly intense, and faint sounds of battle could be heard. Nángōng Ào's expression changed, and he immediately stood up. "It seems we have uninvited guests. Everyone, remain calm; I'll go take a look." With that, his figure flashed as he dashed toward the front gates.
Lin Feng and the others exchanged glances and quickly followed. Upon arriving at the gates, they saw a group of Demon Race soldiers clad in black demonic armor engaged in fierce combat with the guards of the City Lord's Mansion. The Demon Race soldiers exuded a dense dark aura, and each of their attacks carried a sinister demonic power, leaving injured guards falling to the ground wherever they passed.
Surrounded by the Demon Race soldiers, a Demon Race commander wearing a black skull mask slowly stepped forward. Holding a demonic sword that radiated a faint, eerie glow, he gazed coldly at Nángōng Ào. "Nángōng Ào, today marks the end of your City Lord's Mansion! To think you dare make an enemy of our Demon Race and protect those who wish to disrupt our plans—you truly have a death wish!"
Chapter 115