"Sir, as ordered, I kept watching that group. However, half an hour after they emerged from the Ancient Teleportation Array, they vanished." In Bull Demon Long Nu's lord's manor, the Four-armed Naga Tuo reported with an embarrassed expression.
"Did they vanish, or did you lose them? Grandson, not only a pathetic grandson, but a pathetic grandson-grade idiot!" Before Ye Zhen could answer, Mirage Dragon Primordial Spirit Ah Chou, sprawled across Ye Zhen's shoulder, sprayed Tuo with saliva.
Now that the devils had accepted that they were enslaved by Ye Zhen, a human, they had also accepted the foul-mouthed Four-legged Snake A-Chou.
If they could endure Ye Zhen, what else did they dare say?
The Four-armed Naga Tuo flushed with shame, his expression growing tense. "Sir, that group was simply too powerful. Even the weakest among them were at the peak of the ninth layer of the Spirit-Connecting Realm. My men truly..."
"Getting lost... is also a result." Ye Zhen slowly shook his head. Losing them meant that Golden Flower Demon King Ji Hua had made his stance clear.
The Devil Race would always be the Devil Race. Though Golden Flower Demon King Ji Hua had become a fat human figure with a sissy voice, that did not prevent him from possessing the nature of the Devil Race's royal family—cunning and brutality!
Ye Zhen had already given Golden Flower Demon King Ji Hua a clear address. Now that he had vanished, his attitude was obvious.
"All right, go make preparations. Before long, I fear unwelcome guests will come knocking!"
"I want the most elite men. Set up every area."
"Little Demon, A-Chou, cooperate with them!"
"Yue Tao, mobilize your men in the Demon God Branch Hall. I want to know whether the Demon God Branch Hall has interfered in this matter."