Outside the barrier, within the jungle, those demon gods and Demon Kings were trembling, utterly terrified. It was truly frightening, for if they had been a moment slower, their fate would have been the same as that of the Black Mountain Old Demon and others—they would become the demon slaves of others.
Who exactly are these two humans? How did they manage to do this?
One must know, the Black Mountain Old Demon was close to immortality, undefeated except by those in the Eternity Realm, yet now subdued by two mere humans? No one would believe it!
However, the truth was before their eyes, and they all witnessed it, so it was indeed true.
They had long lost all ideas, hiding outside the barrier, not daring to utter a sound, nor did anyone dare to shout, because if they did, and if those two humans ordered the Black Mountain Old Demon and others to come out and kill them, they would all die.
