"What is that?" Several little fiendish demons beside Ye Qingtang shivered in fear at the sound of the horn.
The two Great Generals also immediately stopped fighting the moment they heard the blaring noise. They appeared apprehensive and looked like they were listening out for something. Hovering in mid-air, they didn't seem to have any intention of continuing their fight.
"It's… the call of the Heavenly Demon Tribe…" The eastern Great General's expression shifted. As powerful as he was, he couldn't help shuddering at the sound of that horn.
"The Emperor Demon Tribe and the Earth Demon Tribe… they also sounded their signals today…" The western Great General's face was likewise very grim.
There were over a dozen fiendish demon camps in this valley. The eastern and western camps had their long-running grudge. The other factions also had their own conflicts. As a result, the battles between the various camps never ceased.
