Dozens of demon chiefs eyed Song Jian, who stood motionless in front of the Dragon Palace's defensive formation, and began to feel somewhat puzzled.
"Kid, what are you doing? We told you to attack the defensive formation, but you stand there doing nothing, wasting time," a member of the Snake Clan, exuding a cold aura, stared at Song Jian and shouted loudly. "Keep stalling, and we'll kill you!"
Song Jian completely ignored them, continuing to stand with his back to the crowd, eyes slightly closed, his Divine Thought following the pulse of energy as it surged through the entire formation, sensing the core focal point of the defense formation.
"Master, senior brother..." Xin Ling saw the menacing faces of the foreign races around her, the killing intent enveloping her was as tangible as it was intimidating. Even though she knew these foreigners were influenced from over a million years ago, Xin Ling couldn't help but feel frightened.
"Seeking death!"
