Dark clouds shrouded the sky, demon roars resounded endlessly, nine Jiao dragons pulled the black Ancient Chariot as they roared through the heavenly vault, with the Ten Great Demon Kings flanking the chariot on both sides, only Ye Xuan sat cross-legged in the middle of the chariot, looking down upon the various Great Demon Kings below.
Heaven above and earth below, they stared at each other, yet in this realm, an eerie silence had fallen, the atmosphere brimming with murderous intent from all directions, clearly both sides understood that this battle was one of life and death.
"Kong Li, as the saying goes, 'Spare others when you can,' we admit that we are no match for you and would rather acknowledge you as the ruler of the Northern Continent, as long as you retreat now and henceforth, all the Evil Demon forces will hold your Heavenly Ridge in the highest respect."
