A cultivator exclaimed in alarm, "It's the allied forces of the Demon Race mountain range."
Upon hearing this, many people felt a sinking sensation in their hearts.
In previous Thousand Tribes Conferences, the Demon Race would always show up early.
But this year, they had been abnormally silent, with no signs of movement.
Many had even thought they wouldn't come.
Unexpectedly, they had arrived at this crucial moment.
And upon arrival, it was this ferocious, daunting Demon Race allied force.
Just as everyone was unsure and apprehensive.
The Demon Race army had already flown above Luofu City.
Flags were fluttering, and a demonic aura pierced the sky.
Beneath the leading flag was a chariot pulled by a Double-Headed Demon Dragon.
Atop the chariot sat a man with a lazy expression.
Due to the distance, his face could not be clearly seen, but the cultivators could still feel the strong demonic energy emanating from this man.
In midair, Leng Junxie's expression darkened.
