The Black Bear Spirit looked clumsy and heavy, but he was not slow.
Ever since leaving Yellow Sand City, he had raced eastward. In less than a quarter-hour, he had already covered billions upon billions of miles. Though the Black Bear Spirit had deliberately concealed himself, the billowing black smoke streaking across the night sky left his trail impossible to hide.
Jiang Sheng's incarnation followed far behind, in no hurry to catch up just yet.
Meanwhile, amid the desert sea and barren wilderness, Jiang Sheng stood quietly above Yellow Sand City, which lay buried beneath a million-mile sea of sand. With cold eyes, he watched the fierce demon auras around him cease concealing themselves.
This was Jurong World, a realm of demons, spirits, and Nature Spirits.
A human True Lord like Jiang Sheng capturing a demon lord in the Demon Race's realm had undoubtedly stirred public outrage. These great demons might normally fight one another and call each other mortal enemies, but once Jiang Sheng captured Yellow Squirrel, they had arrived from every direction in perfect tacit understanding, silently squeezing shut the space in which Jiang Sheng could maneuver.
Jiang Sheng had sent an incarnation to pursue the Black Bear Spirit, while his true body remained behind to await the brazen great demons gathering around him.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths.
In less than a moment, a Black Tiger Demon Lord appeared a million miles away.
Then Night Owl, Sand Serpent, Gray Wolf, and other great demons of the Void Refinement realm arrived from all directions. One great demon after another watched Jiang Sheng like tigers eyeing prey. They looked fierce, yet every one of them stayed over a million miles away, not daring to approach.
"Daoist, where have you come from?!"
"No matter what grudge you have against