Anxious King Rong Nianbing: Please Turn On Your Microphone to Communicate!

Now, Qian Chaoguang had named it the Number One New Continent.

With the emergence of the stabilized spatial passage, the group appeared atop the Number One New Continent.

They seemed to have descended onto an extremely high mountain peak, with snow still covering the ground.

Judging by the temperature, this place stood at least six or seven thousand meters above sea level.

Looking down from the mountain, they saw a lush primeval forest stretching before them, like a replica of the Star Dou Great Forest.

Faint beast roars drifted through the air, carrying a primitive, wilderness aura that rushed toward them.

Such a peculiar geographical environment could probably only have arisen on the Douluo Continent.

For a moment, everyone found it rather novel.

After all, aside from the Sacred Monarch, everyone in this group had been born during a safe era when humanity had already secured a certain dominant position.

Not to mention the skeletons, zombies, and Wailing Banshees from the Saint Magic Continent.

Human civilization over there was simply absurdly formidable, suppressing all other races so thoroughly that they could barely breathe.

Even the dragon race and Evil Eye clan, who ran rampant on the Douluo Continent, could only obediently kneel and serve humanity like dogs—though that was after the Demon Race descended.

Only the unreasonable Demon Race had acted like underhanded opportunists, taking advantage of the Saint Magic humans being nearly exterminated by Electrolux to seize the chance to suppress them.

If the Demon Race had descended a little earlier, whether it was Electrolux's undead army or the Radiant Holy See's clergy, they probably could have beaten them to their knees and made them call daddy.

You're the damn Demon God Emperor?

Look at those two monsters you brought along—they could yank the Heaven-defying Demon Dragon Pillar right