A gentle breeze blew over the hill.
The trees rustled.
The fallen leaves turned into dust in the air.
That was the domineering aura that was derived from the gathering of dozens of yao.
There were many great demons, some were reckless, some were arrogant, some were peaceful, some were evil, and there were all kinds of divine intents.
If they were in the outside world, they would be able to become overlords with their Tier 7 and 8 auras and terrifying battle records.
However, at this moment, on this small hill.
The group of demons lowered their heads and stood obediently behind a figure that wasn't too tall.
Su Mo sat on a huge rock at the end of the hill, his feet floating in the air. His right hand held an exquisite wine jug as he looked into the distance.
He could vaguely see the general situation of the battlefield.
After all, the Cloud Beast's main body was too huge. It was difficult not to notice its every move.
