On this day!
The living beings of the mortal realm looked up at the nine suns in the sky and found that something was different.
The nine suns had hung in the sky ever since the mortal realm took shape, yet at this moment, their radiance suddenly surged. The living beings were deeply uneasy. What was happening to the nine suns?
Not just them—even the saints of the Immortal Realm, who had been watching closely, were astonished. Why had the mortal realm's nine suns changed like this?
It seemed that something was about to break free.
"Ha ha!"
"Ha ha! My nine suffering children!"
Only within the Demon Race's stronghold did a long howl, like the cry of a night owl, ring out. There was no attempt to conceal it; its sound even shook the entire Immortal Realm.
It was Dijun!
It had been a long time since he had so completely lost control, releasing his pressure and howling like a night owl. The saints of the Immortal Realm frowned slightly.
"Could it be?"
In an instant, the saints of the Immortal Realm realized something.
"Are the nine little Golden Crows returning?"
Zhu Jiuyin muttered.
As the Witch Race that had fought a life-and-death war against the Demon Race, they could be said to understand the Demon Race better than anyone in Hong Huang.
After all, one's greatest enemy always knew one best. The Witch Race was the Demon Race's mortal foe.
Moreover, the Witch Race was a race whose individual combat strength surpassed that of the Demon Race.
"They should be those nine little bastards." Gonggong, now bald but stronger, said, "I never expected those nine little bastards to finally be released. Thinking back on it, our great war with the Demon Race truly happened so, so long ago."