Though the other eight Mahayana elites did not say anything, each of their auras were released, clearly sharing the same thought as the other demonic cultivators.
The mystic treasures over their heads were hovering and shining brilliantly, with three of those actually being demi-immortal items.
In the distance, Jin Sidao's expression kept changing, but the Green Scale Dragon King flew up to him just as he was about to advance, smiling as he communicated with acoustics, "Are you going to help Jiang He, Brother?"
