Hundreds of miles away on White Rock Mountain, the Hun Mountain Demon King, dressed in a purple gold battle robe, stood tall like an iron tower. Beside him, the Red Sand Demon King in a red robe had a wicked smile that was neither entirely a smirk nor genuine. Black Vein King stood expressionless behind the Hun Mountain Demon King.
Facing the Hun Mountain Demon King, the Red Sand Demon King, the Black Vein King, and other strong members of the Demon Clan—
Panlong Mountain's Fire Cloud, Jian Lin, and Feng Luan, three True Men, stood side by side, each with their own unique aura.
The Dutian Sect's Heavenly Slaughter, Earth Kill, and Kong Jue, all three True Men showed fierce expressions, each surrounded by demons emitting an evil aura, uttering the cries of ghosts and howls of wolves.
"Everyone, such a confrontation is meaningless. Why not draw a line and discuss the terms?" Feng Luan, dressed as a scholar, holding a folding fan with a smile on his face, spoke out loudly.