"Greetings, Lady Qiaoyun."
Although among the Ancient Demons near the altar, two or three surpassed this woman in cultivation realm, not one of them failed to show respect on their faces as they bowed slightly in salute.
"Fellow Daoists, there is no need to be so courteous."
The young girl lifted her hand lightly, her cherry lips parting as she spoke. A strange light flashed through her eyes. Though she was no peerless beauty, she still possessed a charm all her own.
At this moment, however, no one would be paying attention to that. Today was the day the Devil Ancestor Bingpo's Split Soul descended, and every Ancient Demon present had eyes filled with fanaticism.
The girl walked to a spot seven or eight zhang from the altar and stopped.
Only up close did they discover that the girl was actually barefoot, with bell-like ornaments around her ankles. Yet what was eerie was that as she walked, no ringing sounded at all. Clearly, those were not decorative objects, but a type of magical artifact. As for their exact function, no one knew for now.
"How is the battle at the front?"
"Reporting to my lady, Stone Demon has already led ten million disciples of our Saint Race and stopped the Demon Race and the cultivators around the Tianyuan Mountain Range. In terms of military strength, we outnumber the immortal cultivators ten to one. However, the previous intelligence was not wrong. The other side does indeed have an old monster of the Dongxuan Realm holding the line, and behind them are large numbers of reinforcements. For the moment, we can hold them back, but if this drags on, I fear the defensive line will still be broken through..." The one speaking was a pitch-black Devil Race member, his face full of