"Greetings, Great King!"
"Greetings, Little King!"
When Mo Chen returned to Baiyun Mountain with Xu Wendong, the Demon Race experts on Baiyun Mountain all saluted.
Even Huan Ying crawled out of the cave to welcome them.
Mo Chen looked down below, and with discontent in his voice, he said, "Old Nine, aren't you going to show yourself?"
He knew that with Bai Ze's ability, he must have long been aware of Xu Wendong being poisoned.
Therefore, he was dissatisfied with its continuous seclusion.
Pa pa pa!
Without warning, a clear cracking sound came from a distant mountain, and at the same time, a powerful demonic aura surged into the sky.
As the boulders on the mountain rolled down and the soil collapsed, a white glow spread out.
Xu Wendong looked closely, only to see a Great Demon covered in snow-white scales appearing before him.
The scales on its body sparkled like a cluster of fresh snow under the sunlight.
Its eyes, like stars, shone brightly, perceiving all that exists.
