The pervasive and pure demon energy stirred up a storm at the gates of the Ghost City, sweeping unabashedly in all directions, causing a flurry of joss paper and netherworld paper.
Yet in the next second, the vast demon energy was suppressed by an even more tremendous force, preventing any loss of life in its rampage.
"Most of those residing in this city are Netherworld Ancient Constables. You might not care for their lives, but they represent the Netherworld..."
"No need for your lectures here, I have my own understanding!" The young man, with two dragon horns on his head and clad in a golden robe, impatiently interrupted the man behind him: "You just need to keep me safe, and I'll handle everything else!"
The man behind him, also with dragon horns, looked displeased. He clasped his hands tightly, his eyes lowered, and said no more.
