The great banner of the Serpent Lord snapped and fluttered in the wind.
Towering six zhang high, the city walls were covered in jagged, thorn-like bone spurs. Rows of demon soldiers in black armor, wielding various weapons, patrolled back and forth.
Beyond the walls lay a unique array of buildings, stretching as far as the eye could see—like wild beasts roaring toward the heavens.
From within the city came a lively clamor, as bustling as any human town.
Upon seeing this scene, Simon Stone noticed White Ape standing beside him, his eyes gleaming. Not just him—whether it was the little demons, Big Bull, White Rhino, or Shortbeak—their eyes all shone with excitement.
Perhaps this was the sanctuary they had all dreamed of.
At the city gate, several squads of demon soldiers lined up, carefully inspecting the scrolls handed over by incoming demons. The lead officer frequently held the scroll up to the sunlight for comparison.
The line to enter the city was long, yet under the soldiers' control, order was perfectly maintained.
From time to time, a demon would be dragged out of the line, wailing and sobbing.
Their fate might be a beating, a swift release, or, in some cases, death—depending entirely on the mood of the demon soldiers.