Pfft.
Amid the dull thud like flippers stepping on the ground,
Wei He slowly stretched his original six-meter-tall body and let out a satisfied groan.
"It had really been a long time since I'd let my body loose like this."
Holding Lord Huajunzi's corpse in one hand, he raised his eyes toward the distance.
There, the horde of demons was desperately resisting the contamination brought by Oriole's Laugh Wind.
Oriole's Laugh Wind was the contaminating sound naturally produced when True World true energy flowed.
Or rather, it was some special power mixed within the wind—a manifestation of true energy itself.
Back then, only powerful martial artists who had endured Oriole's Laugh Wind's trial and remained steady could be called True Persons.
And a True Person needed at least peak Organ Refining cultivation to stand a chance against such contaminating erosion.
But among these demons before him, how many could surpass the peak of Organ Refining from those days?
Wei He suddenly found it amusing.
At this moment, ninety percent of the surrounding demons were struggling against Oriole's Laugh Wind's contamination. Hardly any were still maintaining the demon-power sealing formation.
Whoosh!
Including Tree Dragon, Snake Emperor, the three generals of Snake Den, and another of the Twelve Zodiacs—a tall figure draped in a black cloak—
Six Great Demons and two millennium-old demons flashed beneath white demon-art light and instantly surrounded Wei He.
"Since you have already been discarded by the age, don't come back out to destroy everything. Everything has long since returned to stability. This is no longer the era when aberrants like you could run rampant without restraint!"
Tree Dragon slowly straightened his body. His expression was solemn, and deep wariness filled his eyes as he stared at Wei He.
It was not only him. The other five Great