"Demonic Beings!"
Ying Huanhuan murmured, her beautiful eyes seeming to turn even colder.
"How are things outside?"
Ying Huanhuan asked.
"The Demonic Beings seem to be stirring again. Over the past six months, we've fought them many times and indeed gained some upper hand."
"But those bastards are like adhesive plasters. They seem impossible to tear off completely."
"Flame Master and the others believe the Demonic Beings may be planning something big."
"Something big? Hmph!"
Ying Huanhuan snorted, her gaze icy.
Perhaps Lu Yunxiao's manifestation of sainthood, or perhaps the death of the Seventh Royal Hall, had made the Demonic Beings sense a crisis.
Over the past six months, the Demonic Beings had been especially restless.
Yet Lu Yunxiao was absent at such a time. The Demonic Beings grew ever more rampant, and many Royal Halls awakened one after another.
Their collective awakening naturally brought countless bloody storms.
If their recovery was insufficient, they would make up for it with lives.
They used the blood of countless living beings to heal their wounds ahead of time.
Those bastards had caused immense destruction after emerging.
If Lu Yunxiao had not left behind certain measures, and if Zi Yan's fists had not been so formidable—fighting three alone and forcibly beating the Fifth Royal Hall to death—
The situation might have been even worse.
Under such circumstances, the other Eight Ancient Masters had not even had time to fully recover from their injuries before awakening early.
Their combat strength was inferior to what it had been in their prime.
That was also why she had been so eager to accept the power of her previous life.
It was all to deal with the threat of the Demonic Beings.
"What about Ling Qingzhu?"
Ying Huanhuan asked.
Lu Yunxiao had left measures behind. The Ancient