With some trepidation.
Jiang Fan and Liu Li arrived once more at the Demon Emperor Hall.
Today, not only were the Five Demon Kings, the Ten Great War Generals, and a hundred War Kings present.
But also the Four Outstanding Heroes and the Eight Stars who shouldered the mission of the Demon Race.
A sword forged in ten years.
The honor and disgrace of the race were all on today's line.
The hall was filled with an air of solemnity.
Only the delicate silhouette of Ling Shu added a touch of freshness to the hall.
"Three elder brothers, I meticulously brewed some spirit wine for you last night."
"Let us drink this wine, and our four siblings will abandon everything to fight for the honor of the Demon Race."
She had a food box hanging on her arm.
After opening it, four small bowls and a palm-sized wine pot were revealed.
Each bowl had a shallow layer of wine, then it was gone.
The fragrant aroma of the wine quickly filled the entire hall.
