They saw that She Xiu intended to retreat!
Each demon harbored ulterior motives.
Their thoughts differed.
Some refused to give up on Xiao Chen and hand this heaven-high merit to someone else!
Others treasured their lives and wanted to save their own skins.
Some reckless demons wanted to keep fighting for the glory of the Demon Race!
Glory was elusive and intangible.
Formless and colorless.
Yet heavier than a thousand pounds.
To some people.
It mattered more than life itself.
After a round of arguing.
She Xiu decided to hold position.
The hundred Kings escorted Xiao Chen back to the city.
Although they faced death without fear.
They had formations to protect them.
In battle, they could achieve twice the result with half the effort.
Besides, Xin Liang had warned them over and over.
They had to ensure Xiao Chen's safety.
And bring him back unharmed.
"Hm? They're back? What is She Xiu doing?"
Near Scarlet Thunder City, above the sea of clouds, fire surged. Beneath a gigantic bull silhouette, a gray-haired middle-aged man in a crimson-and-black raging bull robe watched coldly, a trace of surprise flashing through his eyes.
"It's him!"
Then.
Niu Qi's expression hardened.
His gaze fell on Xiao Chen, who rode upon the Red Dragon phantom.
Fury instantly gathered in his eyes!
Suddenly.
Crimson leaves fell from the sky.
The leaves fluttered everywhere.
Trailing brilliant crimson radiance.
Between heaven and earth.
The temperature suddenly rose.
The wind in the sky seemed to boil.
Giving off billowing heat.
Though it was the bitter depths of winter.
In an instant.
The land seemed to return to summer.
Scorching heat blazed.
"These crimson leaves carry such heavy demonic energy!"
The Kings raised their heads and stared with furrowed brows, their expressions darkening slightly.
High in the sky.
There was