In a hall in the deepest part of the territory of the Rock Demon Clan.
"Third Elder, how is the preparation going?" God Hong asked, sitting on a throne. He looked very pale, and his eyes were bloodshot.
The elder experts of the Rock Demon Clan were gathering at the bottom of the hall.
"One hundred talented young clansmen have assembled. They can set off at any moment." The third Elder of the Rock Demon Clan, the only Dao Master expert in the hall besides God Hong, said with a trace of misery.
The Rock Demon Clan ran into an unprecedented crisis. Except for God Hong and him, the other Dao Masters were struggling to resist the attack of the Black Python Clan. Meanwhile, they gathered in the hall, trying to leave a batch of descendants for the Rock Demon Clan.
"God Hong, our Rock Demon Clan was really in such a plight?" An old lady with a dragon staff in hand asked in a deep voice.
