Li Hao distinguished the direction, returning towards Qinghe Mo City together with the Ancient Demon Woman.
Along the way, aside from the pitch-black starry sky, there were scattered remnants everywhere, a mixture of Ancient Demons and the Human Race, especially as they neared the first line of defense, where the Yan Chu Immortal Dynasty's army had long retreated to the second line, leaving behind corpses and blood everywhere.
Li Hao had chased all the way here before, so he was not unfamiliar with this, his expression unchanged.
The Ancient Demon Woman, upon seeing the scene, also remained expressionless, as though she had seen it all before.
"Now that we're talking, I don't know how to address you?"
Walking amidst the mountains of corpses and Blood Sea, the Ancient Demon Woman turned her head, asking curiously, her lively demeanor contrasting with her usually icy personality, and the light-hearted tone at odds with the Purgatory-like surroundings.
