Before the battle even began, the Demon Clan was already in disarray, frantically retreating.
Among the Million Demon Army, a hundred thousand became meals for the Four Divine Beasts.
The bloodline within these Divine Beasts became increasingly refined, each emergence was different from the previous, progressively regressing to their ancestral bloodlines.
Long Fei sat calmly in place, roasting tiger meat until it dripped with oil, paying no attention to Qi Jinchan's battle.
"Why doesn't this person go help Young Master Qi?"
"Truly lacking awareness!"
"Glutton, only knows how to eat!"
"If he helped Young Master Qi, he could definitely take down Yu Zhuo!"
"..."
Everyone murmured quietly, expressing their discontent towards Long Fei.
At this moment, a figure as beautiful as a Heavenly Immortal jumped down from the city wall, smiling as she sat across from Long Fei.
