The bizarrely shaped great devils were still arguing.
Some were towering in stature, some a pool of Black Mud, some covered in arms with several heads, some Human Demons still dressed in the robes of great sects from before they fell to demonic corruption, and some half-real, half-illusory blurry shadows. Blue, red, even radiating golden light, with solemn appearances and smiles like a spring breeze brushing over one's face.
After discussing a few words, they began cursing one another. The impatient ones spewed obscenities directly, while the deeply calculating ones hid needles in their words and mocked each other through veiled barbs.
The origins of devils were very complicated.
There were devils born as such, as well as Human Demons, corpse devils, demon devils, heart devils, and more.
They disliked the sight of one another. If the White Dragon Empire's army had not been pressing down on them from above, they could have started fighting right in front of the Demon King.
During this, the Human Demon in great sect robes mentioned Saints. The other great devils put on a show of bowing toward the distance, believing that with Saints backing them, they need not fear White Dragon. Even if the current Saints were rumored to all be Half-Saints, and White Dragon was also a Half-Saint, White Dragon had only entered the Half-Saint realm recently. How could a newly advanced Half a Step Hun Yuan possibly contend against several old hands?
The Hornless Demon King said nothing, merely watching the devils' wild clamor with cold eyes. The more arrogant they were, the better. When White Dragon noticed them and swatted them dead with a single claw, enough deaths would calm White Dragon's fury. Only then would he have a chance to survive.
White Dragon was battling and scheming against the