A long wind swept across the battlefield.
The ruined Northern Heaven Prison, the shattered valley, the panicked Yu Capital—all sank into a prolonged silence.
The Demon God left with the Demon Kings, and Daoist Cangsheng followed along. No one dared move to stop them. Even without a vessel, the Demon God had been so powerful—let alone now that she possessed the shell of a Heaven-Devouring Insect.
It might have looked strange, but a strange Heaven-Devouring Insect was still a Heaven-Devouring Insect.
The pessimists had already begun to think of the Demon God Calamity of old. Yet there was no longer a Demon-Suppressing Tower in the world. From the looks of things, the other divine artifacts besides the Demon-Suppressing Tower would have great difficulty restraining the Demon God.
Chu Liang, however, remained somewhat optimistic.
Because he could sense that Tuntun was the Demon God, and the Demon God was Tuntun. He believed she could not possibly bring about another Demon God Calamity.
How could someone who loved deep-fried food possibly want to destroy the world?
It was probably because there were too many human cultivators present, and the chaotic auras had made her feel flustered, that she wanted to leave. By comparison, the auras of the Demon Race would feel more familiar and intimate to her.
With so many people present, Chu Liang did not immediately reveal all the information he possessed. He planned to return and discuss it with High Person Wenyuan and Bai Ze before deciding what to do. The situation was still unclear, and he was already accused of colluding with the Demon Race. It was better not to say anything in public that might stir up controversy.
Of course, in most people's eyes, the Demon God's resurrection had succeeded.
But those with discerning eyes still found it