"What is this?"
Suddenly, the appearance of the giant hand startled everyone, its aura as deep and vast as a trench or ocean, too terrifying for words.
"Mu Yuan Great Sage?" Yang Ji was taken aback, then cried out in surprise, having seen the information displayed on the giant hand.
"Haha, young friend, we meet again." With a flash of radiance in the sky, a new figure appeared before everyone—a spirited elder with the bearing of an immortal, emitting an extremely intense immortal presence, his robes enshrouded in the essence of Dao.
"Great Sage, thank goodness you've appeared in time, otherwise, this demon would have escaped." Yang Ji bowed in greeting, smiling and breathing a sigh of relief.
"A mere Demon Monarch, it couldn't have escaped far." Mu Yuan Great Sage glanced at the Heavenly Demon squirming in his palm, a slight smile on his face, unconcerned.
