The next day, the many Devil Race experts had all gathered in the square of the Devil Race's encampment, waiting for the Devil God to descend.
Wave after wave of powerful auras spread out, making the weaker members of the Devil Race within dozens of miles too afraid to approach.
Not only that, what left these Devil Race members even more astonished was this:
In the distant sky, numerous beast clans were also hovering in midair, quietly waiting.
Looking at those docile-looking beast clans, many members of the Devil Race found it somewhat unbelievable.
However, once they thought of the Devil God's mighty strength, they no longer found anything strange about it.
After all, only their great Devil God could make those beast clans bow their heads and submit, not daring to harbor any thoughts of resistance.
They certainly did not dare claim that the Devil God was colluding with the beast clans.
Judging from the beast clans' behavior, it was obvious that they had already surrendered to the Devil God and were now acting according to his orders.
The Nether Demon Lord quietly waited for the Devil God to appear with the various clan leaders of the Devil Race.
He had noticed the beast clans in the distance long ago, but he did not find it strange.
He had already experienced the strength of that Nether Colossus. Compared with him, it was slightly weaker.
Now that they were facing a Devil God who had surpassed the Third-Tier Divine Realm, they could only be bullied.
Thus, the beast clans naturally did not dare resist the Devil God's rule.
Just as he himself could not summon the courage to resist when facing the Devil God.
Even though he had once been the Devil Lord of the entire Devil Race, when facing