Several days later.
Above the firmament over the sea of Tianjian Continent.
The Demon Master and Ji Meng were instructing the five hundred chosen ones of the Demon Race before them.
Today was the day for the Demon Race's prouds to set out on their mission to assassinate the chosen ones of various continents.
Originally, the Demon Master had not planned to act so soon.
But he could not withstand Ji Meng's urging.
Thus, the Demon Master had no choice but to order the strongest batch of the Demon Race's prouds to mobilize now.
The Demon Master stood amidst a mist, looking at the five hundred chosen ones of the Demon Race before him, unsure of what to say.
These five hundred chosen ones were the only remaining prodigies of his Tianjian Continent.
And they were the strongest batch.
If anything happened to these five hundred, the old era of the Demon Race in Tianjian Continent would be doomed to discontinue.
"You... you must pay attention to your safety..."
