252. The Beginning of the Downfall of Confucian-Mo Pavilion_2

Not only that, but above the enormous Confucian shadow, a colorless Divine Fire was slowly burning, intending to consume him completely.

At the time when the four Return to Void True Persons were locked in a stalemate that seemed impossible to resolve,

beyond the distant ends of the continent, in the profound depths of the demon tribes,

where demonic energy permeated throughout the year, forming a dense fog barrier, and at the center of this mist, a Peach Blossom Divine Tree whose diameter spanned thousands of feet was swaying its blossoms and branches enticingly.

On its branches, numerous foxes with several tails were playing joyfully.

If one were familiar with the demon tribes, they would know that this was the sacred ground of the Heavenly Fox clan, the most mysterious among the Ten Holy Tribes.

And at this moment, outside the sacred ground, the previously unchallengeable king of the Azure Dragon clan was now twisted and impaled into the ground.