"Ah! What?!"
Hou Yi jolted awake with a shout and turned sharply toward Lin Changqing.
Lin Changqing's mouth twitched. He'd actually fallen asleep!
At a critical moment like this, in the middle of a battle, no less!
How could this guy sleep? If Lin Changqing lost, wouldn't he be killed on the spot, without even a chance to escape?
But Buzhou Mountain truly was extraordinary, and the Witch Clan's bloodline was powerful. Though Hou Yi had only slept for a short while, many of his injuries had already healed.
Even some of his strength had returned.
It seemed that on this pitch-black mountain, even if he simply lay down, Hou Yi would fully recover in just a few days.
Lin Changqing shook his head, lifted the Black Wolf's three-thousand-zhang body, and hurled it into the valley with a crash.
They couldn't stay here to recover after a battle had erupted in the area.
Taking advantage of the strength Hou Yi had regained, Lin Changqing took him and hurried toward a distant ridge. Only after finding a safe place did they start a fire and roast the meat.
Meanwhile, on the Primordial World's vast lands, above the Demon Clan Heavenly Court, ten thousand divine peaks stood among the clouds. Layer upon layer of mountains filled the sea of clouds, while endless rivers and mountains crisscrossed below.
At the center stood the Lingxiao Treasure Hall of the Heavenly Court. A stretch of palaces spanning ten thousand li stood beneath the Heavenly Dao's hub, occupying the foremost rank in its order!
Countless palaces surrounded it, each a towering hall ten thousand zhang tall, one layer atop another.
These were the halls of the Ten Great Demon Gods.
Farther out lay the Eighteen Divisions of the Demon Clan, powerful forces that spanned the Primordial