Evening.
Scarlet clouds fill the sky.
The evening sun begins to hide in the west.
The sky becomes dark and dim.
It is the golden fall.
The top of the Taiping Peak that reaches the clouds.
The wind is cool and refreshing.
Above the open square.
At this moment, about a dozen Demon Marshal Generals are gathering, creating a noisy chatter.
Just then.
A massive dark cloud rushes from the horizon, and a robust man, almost three meters tall with a thick long braid on his head, jumps down from the cloud.
Another burly man of similar stature strides over, laughing, "Iron Hoof, you finally made it..."
"Mang Shan, are all the other generals here?"
The burly man with the braid who just descended from the cloud asked immediately.
Replying with a smile, the one called Mang Shan said, "They're here, we were all waiting for you..."
Iron Hoof, the braided general, heard this and looked surprised. He quickly asked again: "Does that mean the King has been waiting for me?"
"Hehe..."
