"Wu Zhao Mountain, how are my people doing?"
Lin Xuan asked in a low voice.
Wu Zhao Mountain did not answer. This time, it directly projected scene after scene into Lin Xuan's spiritual consciousness.
In the scenes, Luo Tongtian and the others were being besieged by a group of Near Dao Earth Immortals. Three great demons were especially eye-catching: a divine phoenix wreathed in azure flames, a Qiongqi clad in bone armor with steel-needle fur covering its body, and an incomparably brawny Lingxi with a single horn growing from its head.
As expected, they were all top prodigies from the Four Great Ancient Demon Clans of the Myriad Demon Dynasty, while the rest of the besiegers were Demon Cultivators under their command.
Luo Tongtian and the others were holding them off. Ling Pianran killed great demons with astonishing speed, yet her brows were deeply furrowed, and her gaze kept turning toward a certain direction.
Wu Zhao Mountain also cast the scene in the direction Ling Pianran was watching into Lin Xuan's spiritual awareness. There, a jade-like kirin strode through the air. Its pressure was terrifying; though merely a Near Dao Earth Immortal, the aura of its power shook space until cracks appeared. A mysterious force was obstructing him.
The Jade Kirin Young Emperor of the Primordial Demon Clan's Jade Kirin Clan—another mighty race born of heaven and earth, with an inheritance stretching back through the ages. The Myriad Demon Dynasty of Demon Province had been founded by the Jade Kirin Clan's ancestor and had stood firm for endless years.
The saying that dynasties flowed like water did not apply in Demon Province. Rather, the phrase "an empire of iron that never changes" was far more fitting.
"Hoo..."
"Thank goodness!"
After watching everything in the scenes, Lin Xuan finally let out