"You have to remember what you said! When we return, I want half of Granny Nether Mountain's inheritance!"
"Also, Man Shi's territory is mine."
In the dark and lonely void of the famous land, a flying ship made of pale bones was slowly sailing.
This skeleton flying ship was not floating aimlessly, but moving in a clear straight line.
Above stood six Demon Kings with ashen faces.
They were the remaining six of the Eight Nether Mountain Demons.
Previously, Granny Northern Mountain had forced them to go to Tragic Death City. Later on, because Granny was missing, they parted ways and found their way out. Jiang Li did not expect that these six fellows would actually get together again without him knowing.
"Hehe, Demon King Taisui, don't worry."
"This time, the five of us owe you a huge favor! In the future, in the Back Yin Mountain, no one will dare to touch you."
