The Demon God gazed at the enormous rift that had appeared before him. Instead of immediately ordering his subordinates inside, he began waving the staff in his hand repeatedly.
Strands of Dark Primal Qi gathered around the Palace Lantern, causing its aura to surge dramatically in an instant.
At that moment, the light radiating from the Palace Lantern began to change as well, its rotation becoming far more frantic than before.
Suddenly, the Palace Lantern flashed and tried to fly away from the staff.
"Trying to leave?" The Demon God immediately reached out with his large hand. A giant hand of primal qi appeared and seized the Palace Lantern.
The Palace Lantern immediately quieted down once it fell into the Demon God's grasp, no longer daring to act rashly.
Clearly, the Palace Lantern knew that if it wanted to preserve its divine soul from annihilation, it could no longer continue provoking the Demon God.
At that moment, the rumbling from the underground rift below finally stopped. Strands of Dark Primal Qi began radiating from within.
Mixed into the Dark Primal Qi was a trace of decay.
Sensing the aura emanating from inside, all the members of the Devil Race and the beast race immediately grew restless.
That was because they could all sense that the might radiating from within was actually no weaker than the Demon God's.
In other words, the person the Demon God had brought them here to deal with this time was actually someone in the same realm as the Demon God.
At this moment, how could they still not understand? The Demon God had clearly brought them here to use them as cannon fodder.
After this battle, how many of their countless members of the Devil Race and beast race would still be left?
Therefore, whether