A divine spirit severed from its body was no different from a lost, wandering ghost.

With nowhere left to anchor itself, it could only wait for its own dissolution.

There was a solution — breaking through to the Spirit-Transformation realm, condensing a golden dharma form from accumulated faith to serve as a substitute body.

But clearly, with Qingzhou lost, Jiang Yuanhua had already lost that resource.

Which meant he had no way back, either.

"Go on, then. Fight for your life."

The Howling Moon Demon King gave a teasing smile and retreated slowly out of the county town.

After all these years of dealing with him, it knew this man's character through and through — however arrogant it acted, the only thing on his mind would be how to hold Qingzhou.

Compared to this expendable border county, Qingzhou City was naturally the far more important thing.

Provoking him step by step was only to ensure that when the moment came, Jiang Yuanhua would let himself go entirely — more frantic, more vicious!

The wolf king planted itself at the edge of Qingzhou and curled its fingers into its mouth, letting out a sharp whistle!

Then it laughed. "If you make it back fast enough, maybe you'll manage to save part of it."

The whistle's note was shrill.

Time crept slowly by.

And yet the three towering surges of demon power that should have answered never came — not a stir.

Jiang Yuanhua watched the wolf king in silence, his grip tightening on the sword in hand.

The Howling Moon Demon King frowned and let out another whistle!

Outside Qingzhou.

The three demons led by the elephant demon stood armed and ready, weapons in hand, the moment they heard the whistle.

A vicious grin crept onto their lips.

The elephant demon, most eager of the three, surged forward first, its massive body leaping more than ten zhang into the air, with the other two preparing to follow close behind.

In the next instant, a dull, thunderous boom exploded in their ears!

The elephant demon was hurled backward by some overwhelming force,…