"My lord, Tutian went out and was shot down by the people from Beihua Prefecture with a strange weapon."
The Little Cat Demon rushed into Han Min's tent.
The Tutian it mentioned was a Demon born from a Crow Spirit and a human. Every morning, its figure could be seen flying out over the city walls.
But this time, Tutian had barely flown out of the Demon Stronghold before he was killed by a group of people wielding weapons they had never seen before.
Han Min frowned, a bad feeling rising in her heart.
She immediately rose and went to the top of the Demon Stronghold's wall. When she got a clear look at the strange wooden staves in the hands of the people below, her eyes blazed with fury.
Firearms...
She certainly remembered these strange weapons, because she had suffered a considerable loss at their hands before.
The Crow Spirit Demon, Tutian, was shot down by the firearms and fell at the foot of the wall, writhing in agony.
