No matter the reason, if beings like them were to get involved in the murky waters of the Meteor Sea, there would definitely be no good ending.
"Father, is the founder of the Ten Thousand Transformations Monarch Art back?" the little fox asked in a low voice.
"No, it can't be!" Ywasi Fox's face was filled with fear.
If the founder of the Ten Thousand Transformations Monarch Art returned, it would be a calamity for all races!
The father and son hesitated for a long time, not daring to leave the camp.
If they did, they would be intercepted and killed.
They definitely would not make it to the No. 8 demon camp alive.
Hence, they could only wait, waiting for an opportunity.
The demon army was about to arrive.
Braydon Neal was overseeing the Meteor Sea, and the surrounding killing formations had long been set up.
Iason Foster, Lainey Garcia, and a general arrived; they were all important figures in the military camp.
