The water curtain split open, and figures darted out from within.
At the head stood Dragon Lord Ao Cang, with most of his bronze armor shattered, several bloody claw marks across his chest—he looked badly injured, yet his face brimmed with laughter.
"Greetings, Ancestor!"
After paying his respects, Ao Cang secretly sent a voice transmission, informing the Dragon Emperor of their gains.
"Not bad."
The Dragon Emperor nodded in praise, waving his hand to signal Ao Cang to tend to his wounds, eyes turning toward the rest of the assembled demons.
All the demons bore varying wounds; clustering according to their own factions, Demon Kings like Qing Song and Yu Ya stepped forward to pay obeisance to the Dragon Emperor.
Zhou Yi and the other beastfolk formed a fan shape around them, craning their necks to see what treasures the sacred hall held.
