A massive demon, as large as a mountain, exuded strong aura fluctuations all over its body. Its wings, immense beyond compare, could seemingly soar straight to ninety thousand li with a single flap.
SCREECH!
Another long shriek echoed.
This great demon circled the sky above, lingering overhead for a long time without leaving, its purpose clear.
Zhang Ziyu's mouth fell slightly agape; he was somewhat dumbfounded.
After the Demon Emperor had been slain, could there still be great demons appearing on this barren land?
"Don't panic, stay calm!" Zhang Ziyu said to the several Saint Kings behind him. "It's just one great demon. We have the advantage in numbers—let's take it down together."
The Saint Kings were speechless.
That was a great demon! It was equivalent to the Great Saint Realm of the Human Clan—far, far stronger than any of them. This was not something numbers could make up for.
