The few of them had lost their lives to come here because of Granny Nether Mountain's coercion.
No one was stupid enough to sympathize with her.
The eight demons looked at the granny's departing figure and suddenly fell silent, their expressions different.
They quietly pulled away. Without the suppression of the strongest person, this group of Demon Kings, who were not very close to begin with, immediately started to be wary of each other.
"Everyone, since Granny is no longer around, I won't keep you company."
One of the Demon Kings turned into a gust of cold wind and fled in the direction he came from. He was extremely fast and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The others looked at each other and left warily.
Although they belonged to the same mountain range, the people of the Back Yin Mountain were simple and honest. It was basically impossible for the creatures born there to understand what unity and love were.
