The powers from all corners of Huaxia Land were curious about the sudden appearance of the twelve Daoists.
Although the Demon Race had fallen, it was still more formidable than a horse despite being like a starved camel.
This nameless power managed to force the Demon Race to give way with just twelve people, thus completely turning the tide of the entire battle. This was simply incredible.
In East Kunlun Mountain, Three Pure Ones Hall.
Laozi glanced meaningfully at Li Qingming and said, "Although the Demon Race has retreated this time, the overwhelming floods are still raging. What are your thoughts on this matter?"
Li Qingming, feeling a sense of guilt from Laozi's gaze, took a deep breath and said, "Master, this matter concerns the Human Clan; it is not right for us to intervene!"
