"Do you feel it?"
Huang Wenfa stood outside the sacred land, his expression gradually growing serious.
As the Sect Master of the Ban Shan Sect, although he didn't regard the people of South Hong as barbarians like his disciples did, he couldn't help harboring a trace of arrogance.
After all, having close interactions with the other three Hongs, he had seen much, and naturally his vision had become higher.
It was not until he met Sect Master Shen that Huang Wenfa started to change this view, but that was only towards Shen Yi himself.
Yet, now that he had personally come here, he realized that things were not as he had imagined.
So many Great Demons had gathered in Southern Hong, but to this day, there had been no news of any turmoil; it was as if these Great Demons had mysteriously disappeared upon stepping into Southern Hong.
Even such a terrifying situation could be temporarily contained; the depth of South Hong Seven Sons' heritage might even exceed his expectations.