A few days quickly passed by, and soon it was the day for the Demon Race to visit.
The atmosphere in Shanggu City suddenly became tense. Being less than 200 kilometers from the Capital Central District, no one could afford any mishaps. Official and Taoist security forces surged in, quieting even the nooks and crannies.
In the morning, the sunlight was just right.
On the spacious streets, there was not even a dog in sight as four light armored vehicles designed for riot control approached from afar, followed by a line of vehicles and another four armored cars at the end.
The occupants were no ordinary soldiers—they were skilled in Alchemy and Artifact Refining, adept at wielding flying swords, and could fall back on RPGs, the elite among elites. Of course, they all understood that this was merely a ceremonial gesture; the guests were all of the Demon King level, hardly needing their protection.
"Is this what central cities look like? Seems pretty shabby!"
