"The people of the Corpse Emperor Palace have retreated, why haven't you retreated yet?"
Black Butterfly Fairy spoke, her voice ethereal, entering the ears of North Lion King, Demon King of Bull, and the three great demon kings under the banner of the Demon Ancestor, making their expressions change unpredictably.
Although they didn't know what had befallen Peng Zhitian, they suspected it had something to do with Qin Jun. Now that the Corpse Emperor Palace had retreated, if they didn't, they feared for their lives.
But how were they to face the Demon Ancestor and the Demon Emperor?
For a moment, the powerful individuals of the Demon Clan found themselves in a dilemma.
Hum—
Just then, a bell's chime suddenly resonated, causing everyone to tremble in their hearts.
A giant bell as big as a mountain appeared above the Divine Realm, tearing through the sky, its surface entwined with mysterious Sanskrit scripts.
