"Boom."
Over the Demon City, the Great Elder of West Emperor Palace, Murong Gang, approached and looked at the Great Demon, saying, "You demons wreak havoc; today, the cultivators of the West Sea will flatten Nine Infant Island."
The Great Demon rolled his eyelids, his heavy eyelids drooping with a sense of disdain, then his eyes showed a hint of mockery, smiling, he said, "You really don't know life and death. Do you think we have been waiting for you? After this battle, the West Sea will return to the rule of our Demon Race."
"Humph." Murong Gang snorted coldly, but inside he wasn't as confident as he said, his gaze turned to the distant central island, where the sun and moon hung in the sky, with a terrifying Sword Intent hidden up above.
Similarly, Demon Energy surged to the sky, the heavens rolling and roaring, truly resembling an apocalyptic scene.
The battle there will decide how the balance of victory and defeat will tilt.
