"Are you leaving now?"
Emperor Qin Shi Huang frowned and said, "Shouldn't we wait for Marshal Meng and the others to return... After all, the Death Lord is one of the oldest beings in hell. With Marshal Meng, a Da Luo, accompanying you, it would be safer."
Mentioning Meng Mingshan, Xu Yang asked, "By the way, where did Marshal Meng go? He doesn't seem to be in the Holy City."
Emperor Qin Shi Huang said, "Three days ago, Marshal Meng left the Holy City with your nine ghost immortals under his command, saying that he would return in three days... He should be back soon."
As they spoke, a strong aura soared into the Holy City.
Xu Yang turned his head to see Meng Mingshan flying in mid-air.
In his hand, he was holding a demon about one and a half meters tall.
The demon looked very ugly, with a large head and rocky skin on his face. His lower lip protruded much further than the upper one, and he had two tusks in his mouth, emitting a foul smell.
"Marshal Meng... What is this?"
