"Damn it! The Silver Wing King, the Flood Dragon King, the Mighty Whale King—they're all dead! What are we supposed to do now?"
The Demon Kings of the Myriad Demon Pavilion looked at the Flame Serpent King in utter panic. Even titled Demon Kings had died here like ants. Wouldn't ordinary Demon Kings like them be sending their little lives straight down the drain?!
"Break out! We break out immediately! We absolutely cannot die in this damned place!"
The Flame Serpent King's face twisted ferociously. It was an elder of the Myriad Demon Pavilion, high in status and authority, with boundless prospects. It even had hopes of advancing to Demon Saint—how could it possibly be willing to die in this hellhole?!
"Elder, there's no way to break out. This grand formation is too terrifying, like a spatial maze stretching without end. The Silver Wing King was incredibly fast just now, like a streak of light, yet it still couldn't escape."
Another Demon King from the Myriad Demon Pavilion spoke helplessly.
"Why not wear Wu Taidou down? Such a powerful formation diagram can't be maintained for long by that brat. Sooner or later, his mana will run dry!" a Demon King shouted.
Slap! A Demon King beside it immediately smacked it across the face. "Wear down my ass! Can't you see Wu Taidou is lively as a dragon and fierce as a tiger? The mana in his body is earth-shaking. He's no ordinary Return to Truth Realm demon—he can already rival an ordinary Lightning Tribulation Realm Demon King! You want to wear him down? Before we can exhaust him, we'll be slaughtered!"
It felt that fool had come up with nothing but a rotten idea.
"Damn it!"
The Flame Serpent King gritted its teeth. Its intestines had turned green with regret.