Above the firmament, within the world outside this Ancient Secret Realm, the gathered Demon Race stood arrayed, and among them was the Golden-Winged Great Peng, carrying the might of the Supreme Realm. He had always been a being few could rival.
Around him, even now, the East Sea Dragon Clan still displayed their leading position within the Demon Race camp. They were truly worthy of the title "few can match," the real heavyweights among the Demon Race.
Among them, Long Qidao, the Elder specifically responsible for the Ancient Secret Realm ceremony, watched the scene of Evil City's destruction within the secret realm. Only then did his expression, which had been somewhat irritated for the past several days, finally ease a little.
"No, the East Sea Dragon Clan will absolutely not fall so easily."
"Long Qingran, and even Long Tianmiao."
"The two of them have indeed done a very pleasing job of mending the pen after the sheep were lost."
"The Ancient Secret Realm has already ended, so in this confrontation between the Demon Race and the human race, it is still my Demon Race that has won a great victory."
"Compared to the Demon Race, others are ultimately still lacking a little weight."
Long Qidao pointed a finger before his chest.
The words he spoke with that expression were indeed the objective facts of what had happened here.
After hearing them, people truly had nothing to say in reply.
The members of the Demon Race naturally began flattering him from this side, and everyone answered in unison.
"The three great factions of the human race—so what if any one of them represents the Supreme Realm?"
"Can the gap between them and my Demon Race be so easily flattened by simply lying down?"
"If they truly think too highly of themselves