West State.
Above the dilapidated city walls, dark purple clouds rolled in, covering the sky in an instant. At a glance, one couldn't see the end, as if the whole infinite firmament was enveloped.
Boom…
Muffled thunder began to sound.
Terrible oppressive forces descended from the layers of clouds.
Vaguely, one could make out figures standing within the clouds.
If one were to enter the clouds, they would see that a number of Demon Kings had already arrived, exchanging glances with each other.
"What's going on here? Have you felt it too?"
"If we hadn't felt it, why would we have come here?"
"That presence, like that of the Heavenly Dao—haven't the years of oppression been enough? Do they intend to continue oppressing us?"
"Heaven and earth favor the Human Race, how unfair they are to our Demon Race!"
These Demon Kings had spoken.
All of them had felt the presence of the Heavenly Dao from their own territories, prompting them to rush over instantly.
