Yellow sand billowed.
A horde of vicious demons followed Shen Gongbao into Gourd Valley.
Whether they had transformed their appearances or deliberately concealed them was impossible to tell.
Each walked the Human Realm in a humanoid form that betrayed traces of the Demon Race, yet none revealed the slightest hint of their origins.
It was as though they had suddenly sprung from beneath the earth.
"Shen Gongbao, are you certain coming here will let us cut Chong Heihu off at the root?"
The leader had a human body and a ghost's head.
Covered from head to toe in scales bearing ghostly faces, the demon spoke.
He was a mighty expert at the Grand Unity Golden Immortal Perfect Stage, a rarity even across the Primordial Wilderness. Yet for some reason, he had appeared in the North Sea to help the Seventy-Two Lords rebel against Great Shang!
"Lord Sang Qi, you may not see what makes this place special, but Chong Houhu is indeed hidden here. Once we have him in our grasp, we can cut Chong Heihu off at the root!"
Shen Gongbao cupped his hands. "And today is your golden opportunity to take the Northern Border, Lord Sang Qi!"
"Hahahaha! Shen Gongbao, you'll be very glad you made this decision today. Besides, you're one of the Demon Race yourself. Naturally, demons should help their own."
Sang Qi chuckled.
Patting Shen Gongbao on the shoulder, he said, "You're quite clever, you know!"
"And the Demon Race needs clever people like you!"
"See this through, and I guarantee that reaching the Quasi-Saint realm won't be difficult for you. Those hypocrites of the Chan Sect will be green with envy when they see you!"
Behind him, the other demons burst into laughter.
Shen Gongbao laughed along with them.
He had won these "demons'"