After returning to the wall, Tang Qianluo threw Zhou Shu's corpse to Ao Guang.
Zhang Jiping said coldly, "Ao Guang, we've brought him. You can retreat now!"
"Is it him?" Ao Guang turned to ask the other Demon Kings.
A few Demon Kings went forward to observe the corpse. "Yes."
"Zhang Jiping, you people are quite sensible."
Ao Guang slapped 'Zhou Shu's' corpse. The corpse made a few muffled sounds, and then blood splattered everywhere. If he had faked his death, he would be completely dead now,
"I'll keep my word and let you live another year." Ao Guang grinned. "A year later, I'll personally come and twist off your heads. I hope you don't disappoint me. If you die too easily, it will be meaningless."
Ao Guang grinned sinisterly, turned into a golden stream of light, and returned to the Demon Realm.
The crazy beast army retreated into the Demon Realm like a receding tide.
They really retreated!
