Late night.
The supersonic movement of the [Frost Mist Demon] had been ongoing for several hours. Its physical ability was astonishing; just a few corpses could sustain its motion for thousands of kilometers—perhaps the spirits within those corpses hadn't been fully exhausted.
The howling gale blew over the people, bringing a piercing chill.
Digdit was only a Level Three Master; just standing on the head of the [Frost Mist Demon] was enough to nearly freeze him stiff.
Yet he maintained his cold demeanor: "It's arrived, it's about to arrive."
The next destination, London City, was also a metropolis.
In these cities, the high-ranking officials who were controlled cooperated quite intensely, naturally becoming his priority targets.
A flash of crimson light appeared in his eyes.
"No holding back, eliminate them at the fastest speed!"
...
"The enemy... is attacking! They are only 300 kilometers from our city."
"Why is it our turn?"
"Oh God, we're doomed."
