His eyes glanced around, and everyone suddenly saw several Evil Immortals drinking wine and playing finger-guessing games while gossiping about certain matters.
Shaohao Huaiguang's face was solemn, just about to step forward to reprimand them, when he was suddenly shocked beyond measure. His entire presence turned sharp like a phoenix aura, then transformed into a stream of light shooting out.
Not only him.
All the Demon Clan felt that overwhelming mythical aura simultaneously.
Of course, Jiang Ku and others also detected it, though less naturally suppressed by bloodline like the Demon Clan.
"What is this...?"
Everyone exchanged glances and together went outside, just in time to see Xue Jian along the banks of the boundless Snow River below the murky water.
There were mythical creatures below.
An ancient demon god.
Shaohao Huaiguang and other Demons rushed to the shore, all saluting.
"Greetings, Emperor."
