Across the entire Great Wall, a celestial rain fell, drenching the soldiers one by one.
Many who were on the verge of death were restored to health. Countless people rose to their feet, their gazes following the young man walking into the starry sky.
"Is that..." an old soldier's voice trembled. "Is that Lu Zi?"
"It is Lu Zi." A girl clad in bloodstained Battle Armor nodded blankly.
The Old Black Bull glanced sideways at Li Changgeng.
"Should we go with him?"
Li Changgeng shook his head.
"There's no need."
After a pause, he said softly,
"The last time he grew angry, one of the Four Directions Celestial Courts was destroyed. I witnessed it myself. Back then, his rage was explosive. But now, I don't sense any rage, only an icy coldness."
"What do you mean?" the bull asked.
"When anger reaches its peak, the fire burns out, and all that's left is the cold," Li Changgeng replied.
"The Demon Race... is in grave danger."
