The Petty Faction, Yet Not United

The two big shots fought with towering fury.

The shrimp soldiers and crab generals around Glazed Palace were caught in the aftershocks of their battle, turning into clouds of blood mist, dead beyond death.

Several other clan leader demons watched the fire from across the shore, with no intention of intervening.

The slap mark on Lady Liuli's face had already vanished.

Using her divine ability to protect herself and her daughter, she turned and left Glazed Palace.

Since things had already reached this point, she had no desire to remain here any longer.

It would be better to find somewhere to lie low for a while and regain her peace of mind.

"Mother, Brother Ghost Moon..."

Clear Moon followed behind her mother, tears shimmering in her eyes.

The future husband she had liked so much, the one she had been so satisfied with, was just gone like that?

She even began to feel resentment toward her hot-tempered father.

Why was he allowed to have so many women, while her mother could not serve Brother Ghost Moon alongside her?

"Don't bring this up again. Let them make a mess of things. From now on, we mother and daughter will have to rely on each other."

Lady Liuli was heartbroken as well. Holding her daughter, she wept silently in grief.

While they mourned, Wang Quan and Ghost Mist had already fought their way from the sea into the sky.

The fighting on the front lines was fierce at the moment.

Then, infighting suddenly broke out in the rear.

After sensing the disturbance, the other great demons had no choice but to rush over as well.

Just as they learned what had happened and tried to stop the two, the previously turbulent sea suddenly calmed.

Beneath the tranquil surface, a massive eye abruptly