Not far ahead, demonic flames surged skyward. Within a black cloud that blanketed ten thousand li of earth, countless fiends lurked in shadowy masses.
At its head, six clumps of black qi revolved ceaselessly above the dark cloud.
They were the masters of all demons in Northern Julu Continent—the Six Heavenly Demon Kings.
A wave of demonic aura cut across the sky, and countless greater and lesser monsters spread across the foul winds and wicked clouds.
The two demon kings at their head—one had a camel-like head with two long whiskers, a long neck covered in blue fur, stood nine zhang tall, and possessed a dragon's head atop a human body.
The other had a face like blue indigo, hair like cinnabar, golden eyes, a Thunder Lord's beak, stood roughly eighteen chi tall, and had wings growing from his ribs.
They were the Dragon Demon King and the Roc Demon King.
The two sides were locked in confrontation.
The Demon-Quelling Army formed up amid the clouds. The vanguard sank lower while the central army advanced. Zhao Gongming, an iron crown on his head and an iron whip in hand, urged the black tiger beneath him and slowly emerged from the formation.
Holding two fingers together like a sword, he pointed them at both sides and shouted, "Why aren't you cultivating peacefully in your caves? What are you doing here, stirring up trouble?"
A streak of black light shot out from the six demons' side, transforming into a shadowy figure that laughed loudly. "So Marshal Zhao has arrived.
"We aren't stirring up trouble this time. Those flood-dragon spirits from the water insisted on coming ashore.
"We're helping you out, Marshal, keeping them blocked right here."
Though Zhao Gongming knew this demon was spouting nothing but nonsense, he still turned his gaze