At the foot of Skywolf Palace Mountain, there were thousands from the dark race.
And in front of these thousands from the dark race, there stood an imposing figure also from the dark race.
This figure was the Eighth Demon General!
At this moment, the Master of Skywolf Palace, all the elders, and disciples were all at mid-mountain, already in a standoff with the dark race.
"Human, what are you waiting for, come down and meet your death!" the Eighth Demon General said indifferently.
In his eyes, all the humans on the mid-mountain were already dead.
Ye Li sighed internally.
He thought that the Eighth Demon General, being merely a sixth-tier sacred-level dark race, was far too weak in front of him.
And the life of these dark race members behind the Eighth Demon General would soon vanish from this world as well.
Suddenly, Ye Li leaped down from the mid-mountain.