Ling Yun could not help but laugh or cry!
He said a few words to the little ones, and they left happily, acting all mysterious. Long Yanran could only shrug her shoulders and follow them.
East Divine Venerable was asking Ling Yun whether they should dispatch troops to the Demon Race. The enemy had already bullied their way to their doorstep, and if they did not strike back, it would be too cowardly.
Ling Yun frowned and only told them not to act rashly. What if these three demon kings were trying to sow discord? In other words, there might be a conspiracy.
East Divine Venerable began to doubt Ling Yun's strategy. After consulting with other divine venerables and heavenly venerables, he still believed that they should send troops, and the dignity of the God Realm could not be lost.
They all knew the representatives of the Holy Land were not wrong that the God Realm was indeed getting worse day by day, but the blame could not be put entirely on the Divine Lord, and they themselves bore a heavy responsibility.
Therefore!
Great General Zhennan Ye Guhong led three hundred thousand Heavenly Soldiers toward the Demon Race to subjugate the Demon Emperor Golden Lion. Ling Yun still knew nothing of all this.
The Holy Land!
After returning, Murong Taishan looked at the scorched earth that was once a ruin, and a storm of rage brewed in his heart.
Old Ancestor Shangguan frowned, sensing a lingering presence nearby.
"Who's there?"
The sensitive Old Ancestor Shangguan shouted, his brows furrowed tightly as he prepared for battle.
"Could it be? Did the Supreme Emperor Lord go back on his word?" Murong Taishan also noticed something was amiss and cast his gaze toward the ground.
At that very moment!
A wisp of black