"The Order... You haven't seen that imp, you have no idea of his terror..."
Just then, another voice abruptly rose.
In the flickering light of the fire, a shadow slowly approached, his neck supporting twelve snake heads that intertwined and moved about each other.
"Xuan Python, you've finally escaped from the confines of the Flying Immortal Palace," the Treasures Demon God said in a deep voice.
For endless years, they, the demon gods, had been lying low in the human world, eking out a meager existence. Times like today, where they gathered together fully revived, were truly rare.
"Were you so frightened by that imp's schemes that you lost your nerve?" the Order Demon God sneered.
"You have no idea what he's up to... That Taoist Temple..."
"That Taoist Temple can drain our powers!" The Order Demon God suddenly interrupted him.
"You know!?" The Mysterious Python Demon God couldn't help but show surprise.
