I'm a Little Scared
After the impassioned answering cries of Feng Xuanzhi's group rang out in the hall, they didn't pause or hesitate. Without a backward glance, they headed toward the wide-open doors of the fourth floor.
The young figures strode forward with high spirits and firm steps, making straight for the enemy. The sight sent a surge of excitement through the other groups present.
Their battle cry was like a torch, igniting everyone's hatred of the Devil Race. Many groups began to stir, and, without giving it much thought, followed their respective leaders onto the path of conquest.
Opposing the Devil Race had always been a shared duty of the Demon Race and humanity. At times, they had no choice but to set aside their differences and unite against a common enemy.
Only by ensuring peace in this land could they secure a place for their sects and clans to stand, and then pursue the other things that came with higher realms.
When the last person disappeared through the hall doors, only Jiang Xinpeng and his group remained in the vast hall.
His gaze unconsciously turned toward Youluo Hall. Just then, someone from the group looked back at him, and their gazes met in tacit understanding. A single exchange was all it took for them to silently reach an agreement.
At that moment, the handful of men in black crouched in the farthest corner. After everyone had left, they opened their eyes and silently surveyed the room. Only then did they stroll toward the door at an unhurried pace.
Heavenly Emperor Treasure Pagoda, fourth floor.
When Feng Xuanzhi and Tang Yunting led everyone there, every face was grave. Their wary eyes swept over their surroundings, brimming with caution.
Jin Shanshan frowned and looked around, but saw no sign that