The expressions of the six Demon Lords were so dark they seemed almost to drip water.
In the end, they had still underestimated Song Changsheng. Facing a dead end, he had actually managed to reverse the hopeless situation in such a way.
They had lost this battle, and lost it utterly, directly burying the future of the Six Great Demon Kingdoms.
For such a grave loss, an explanation would be required in the end. After this battle, how many of them would still be able to keep their enfeoffed lord positions was hard to say.
Golden-Eyed Demon Lord and Kanglong Demon Lord, in particular, would probably have to face the Demon Sovereign's questioning.
Thinking of this, the others looked at Golden-Eyed Demon Lord with a measure of sympathy. This time's operation had been brought about entirely by him, and Yin Jue had also come because of him. His losses were the heaviest and his results the smallest.
On this trip to the Imperial City, he most likely would have no good fruit to eat.
By comparison, their own circumstances were still much better.
Song Changsheng withdrew his gaze, cupped his fist salute toward the surging Canglan River, and said in a deep voice, "If I have offended or disturbed you in any way during these days, I ask Your Lordship to forgive me. Once the battles are over, I will certainly come personally to your door to apologize."
After waiting a moment and receiving no response, he immediately took Blood Gu's Nascent Soul and tore through space, leaving.
As the most loyal tribe under the Merfolk Race, the [Tuolong Clan] was not only powerful, but also held complete control over the entire Canglan River.
The threat it posed to the human race along the banks was still greater than that