Meanwhile, in Shangyang City, the once-bustling shantytowns were already abandoned. Hundreds of thousands of cultivators and mortals had been temporarily relocated into the inner city. Under the command of the inner city patrols, the cultivators were tasked with defending the walls, while the mortals handled logistics. Residential areas like the Millet District were packed to capacity with refugees, and even vacant properties like Courtyards 44 and 45 had been requisitioned as emergency shelters.
Naturally, Yu Xian knew nothing of this. Had he known, he would have long ago entrusted someone to sell his house.
At the summit of Mount Shangyang, a handsome, clean-shaven middle-aged man with a three-foot-long beard gazed through layers of architecture at the boundless army of beasts besieging the city. His eyes did not flicker once. This was Master Danyang, the most mysterious figure in Shangyang City. Faced with the beast army, he had no choice but to take charge. If the city fell, that was a small matter, but losing Mount Shangyang, which he was charged to guard, would be a disaster.
Chapter 111