"We old guys aren't dead yet; it's not your turn, you wretched creatures, to run rampant on our Human Clan territory."
"You really think you can stop us, along with the other old monsters rushing here?"
As the elder spoke, amidst the snowstorm behind him, powerful streams of light tore through the void, followed by countless small streams of light, resembling comets dragging long fiery tails.
"I wondered who it might be; turns out it's the Wind Old Monster from Tianluo Mountain. I thought you were dead." Within the Demon Cloud, a demon voice sneered.
A gigantic demon shadow emerged, as large as a mountain, dragon-headed and tiger-armored, entirely crimson like blood, seemingly ablaze with flames.
This Great Demon wasn't one of the Ten Evils, and being acquainted with the Golden Light Elder, was clearly not from the Ten Thousand Mountains.
As this was spoken, another voice arose.
"And us too!"
A demon sneered.
