Chapter 2642: The Flames of War Rage (2)

In Qilin City, Qi Xia sat in the City Lord Residence, holding the news just delivered by The Rising Sun City.
“The twelve devil generals are finally coming? Heh.”
Xi Yan sat to the side, unable to see what was written in the letter.
“A letter from elder sister?”
“Well, it seems like there will be a visitor.” Qi Xia propped up his chin with one hand and looked at
the letter with interest.
Since the start of the war, new battlefield situations had been sent to the major cities every day; Qi Xia would receive the news as soon as possible. They had already engraved the cruelty of the front
line and the ferocity of the Devil Race into their minds.
The twelve devil generals were coming? He would certainly treat them well. New enmity and old hatred; they would slowly settle all accounts.
“Is it about the devils?” Xi Yan gripped the trident in her hand while her delicate and pretty face was filled with hatred.
She still hadn’t forgotten the people who had died under Satan’s ruthless hands and the blood- stained hometown of the merfolk. It was her eternal nightmare.
“Yes.” Qi Xia did not hide it from her.
Xi Yan’s perception was very strong. Once a devil entered the Qilin City, Xi Yan would definitely find
out in the first instant. On the other hand, Xi Yan’s ability to protect herself was the weakest among
the rulers of the major races. This was also the reason why she was placed in Qilin City by Shen
Yanxiao. After all, among the Phantom, besides Shen Yanxiao, Qi Xia was the strongest.
After inheriting the godhood of the Death God, Qi Xia had become very sensitive to the aura of the dead. Even though the war had not yet reached the depths of the Barren Land, the dead wandering
in the air had already made him feel the shadow of death.
Those crying souls were telling him of the nonstop, tragic battle.
The unwilling and resentful feelings of those comrades who had passed away had been stimulating Qi Xia’s soul all this time. No one knew the will of the dead better than Qi Xia, and the godhood of the Death God brought to him feelings that no one could imagine.
The sympathetic feeling for the dead almost made him insane.
The feeling of listening to the last cry of the dead almost tore people’s spirits apart. Had it not been
for his strong spirit, the negative effects of the Death God’s godhood alone would have completely destroyed him.
Powerful forces always brought unexpected negative effects. Only, Qi Xia had never told anyone what kind of power the Death God possessed.
“During this period of time, I will strengthen the security in Qilin City. You can rest assured.” Not wanting to bring too much pressure to Xi Yan, Qi Xia calmly spoke up. As early as after Xi Yan had
entered Qilin City, Qi Xia arranged for Xi Yan to stay next door to his room, in order to be able to protect this fragile little mermaid quickly from the assassination of the devils. He would certainly try his best to finish the task assigned to him by Shen Yanxiao. Qi Xia knew that ordinary guards had no effect on the twelve devil generals. His words were all to
reassure Xi Yan.
“I am not afraid.” Xi Yan spoke firmly. The enmity brought about by that sea of blood… she hadn’t
forgotten it for a moment. Qi Xia just smiled and did not say much. Not afraid?
Yes, they shouldn’t be afraid. More and more people were dying. Although Shen Yanxiao’s war of attrition had been successful, Qi Xia was very clear that with Shen Yanxiao’s character, no matter how many enemy soldiers they
consumed, at this moment, Shen Yanxiao probably could not really smile. Each death of a person of
the Barren Land seemed to tear a piece of Shen Yanxiao’s heart.
“I will make them pay the price.” Qi Xia narrowed his eyes.