Goo goo goo, goo goo goo~
The Immortal Spring Water flowing through the eternal chasm continues to bubble in solitude.
The few young Demon Kings by the spring look at one another, momentarily forgetting their purpose, uncertain of what to do.
Earlier, the life-and-death struggle between Yang Yu and Shujia Lan seemed thrilling, but now recalling it, it stirs no ripples.
Master Xingnian's solitary boat crossing, perishing in the waves, truly left observers feeling a sense of loss.
In the Heavenly Demon affairs, Demon Kings amount to nothing.
Below the Absolute Summit, all is dust!
Until the sky mended, the wind blew the flowing clouds, and the might of the Heavenly Demons dissipated.
Only then did Yuan Mengji snap out of the prideful feeling of "being shielded by the Heavenly Demon grandfather," and belatedly think...
"Hey, not right."
"The golden shield is gone, grandfather is gone, what about me?"
Looking around again, only then did the real sense of danger set in.
