The 2642nd Chapter of the Flames of War (2)

In Qilin City, Qi Xia was sitting in the City Lord's Mansion, holding the news that Sun Never Sets just passed in his hand.

"The Twelve Demon Generals, are they finally coming? Heh."

Xi Yan sat aside, she couldn't see what was written in the letter.

"A letter from my sister?"

"Well, a visitor came to visit recently." Qi Xia rested his chin on one hand, looking at the letter in his hand with interest.

Since the start of the war, new battle situations have been sent to the main cities every day. Qi Xia and the others will receive the news as soon as possible.

Twelve magic generals? He will certainly treat them well.

New and old grudges, they, slowly calculate.

"Is it the demons?" Xi Yan tightly held the trident in her hand, her delicate face was full of hatred.

She never forgot that the blood-stained hometown of mermaids who died under the hands of Satan was her eternal nightmare.

"Yes." Qi Xia didn't hide anything.

Xiyan's perception is very strong. Once a demon tribe enters Qilin City, Xiyan will definitely notice it immediately. Similarly, Xiyan's self-protection ability is the weakest among the leaders of all tribes. This is why Shen Yanxiao placed her Because of Qilin City, Qi Xia is the most powerful among the phantom spirits except Shen Yanxiao.

After inheriting the Godhead of Death, Qi Xia became very sensitive to the breath of the dead. Even though the flames of war hadn't reached the depths of the barren land, the souls of the dead lingering in the air had already made Qi Xia feel the shadow of death.

Those crying souls recounted the tragedy of this battle all the time.

The unwillingness and resentment of those deceased comrades stimulated Qi Xia's soul all the time.

No one understands the will of those dead better than Qi Xia, and the godhead of the god of death brought him a feeling that no one else could imagine.

The resonance with the dead is almost crazy.

The feeling of hearing the last mournful cry of the deceased would literally tear people's spirits apart. If Qi Xia's spirit wasn't strong enough, the negative effects brought about by the god of death alone would completely destroy him.

Powerful power will always bring unexpected negative effects.

It's just that Qi Xia has never told anyone what the power of the God of Death is like.

"During this period of time, I will strengthen the guard work of Qilin City, don't worry." Qi Xia said reassuringly not wanting to bring too much pressure on Xiyan. Yan arranged it next door to his room, in order to be able to protect this fragile little mermaid at the first moment when the demons attacked.

For the task that Shen Yanxiao entrusted to him, he will definitely do his best to complete it.

Qi Xia knew that the ordinary guards would not be able to resist the Twelve Demon Generals at all, and his words were just to reassure Xi Yan.

"I'm not afraid." Xiyan said firmly, she never forgot about the blood feud she was carrying.

Qi Xia just laughed and didn't say much.

Are you not afraid?

Yeah, they shouldn't be afraid.

More and more people died. Although Shen Yanxiao's war of attrition had been successful, Qi Xia knew very well that with Shen Yanxiao's personality, no matter how many people died, Shen Yanxiao at this moment would not be able to truly She laughed, every time a person died in the barren land, to her, it was like a thorn in her heart.

"I'll make them pay the price." Qi Xia narrowed his eyes.