Within the Tribunal's territory lay a region called the Tianyuan Mountain Range.
It was a vast stretch of mountains, teeming with soul beasts and thick with luxuriant vegetation-an excellent place to hide.
"Where is my king?" A road had already been cleared through the mountains. Countless milky-white halos shone along either side; a closer look revealed hundreds of experts standing in two rows, guarding the road. The brilliant fluctuations and milky-white radiance emanating from them proclaimed their formidable strength.
The Demon of Light had completely occupied this mountain range and made it her base camp. With so many powerful guards stationed here, even an eight-star Dou Xian would not dare force their way inside.
"The king is at the summit. What business do you have?" a commander of the Demon Guard asked at the far end of the mountain road.
On closer inspection, the commander was a woman. A trace of coldness lingered in her indifferent eyes, while her delicate nose and cherry-like lips tempted others to throw themselves at her. Her tight black top further accentuated her curves, yet no one dared treat her disrespectfully.
The fundamental reason was that this woman was a godlike presence within the Demon Legion. She was the Demon of Light's true right-hand woman: the Left Wing of the Demon, Yunjiji.
In both strength and standing, she ranked beneath only one and above ten thousand within the Demon Guard. Her strength had also reached the eight-star Dou Xian level.
"Lady Yunjiji, your subordinate Feng Tian, commander of the Third Demon Corps, has urgent business," the newcomer said hastily again. His brawny frame contained terrifying power, but his brows were tightly knitted, clearly indicating something urgent.
"Come." The two exchanged a glance, and Yunjiji led him through layer upon layer of security toward the summit.