Dozens of demon hunters had been running around the city all night, looking like headless flies.
Jiang Chengyun wouldn’t question the abilities of his colleagues.
The only possibility was that the gap in strength between them and the demon was too vast to be bridged by experience alone.
This was also why Jiang Chengyun had lost his composure earlier when he learned that Shen Yi had gone out to hunt the demon.
Among the three tiger demons, at least one was a demon lord.
Although Yong’an City seemed restless, the actual damage wasn’t significant—nothing like what a demon lord could wreak in a single night.
Considering the mournful cry of the Mountain Lord as it left, there had to be a reason for all this.
“I thought I had already overestimated you,” Jiang Chengyun sighed, unwilling as he was to believe it. “But you still managed to surprise me even more.” At such a young age, Shen Yi had personally slain a demon lord at the Nascent Soul realm.
This was something Jiang Chengyun wouldn’t have dared to dream of.