Luan Ji Steps Forward

Purgatory, Fourth Realm.

"After Luo Shen's incarnation was shattered, our greatest threat at present comes from the Ancient Demon Race." King Li frowned deeply. "We lost the Second Realm. The First Realm may be next."

His gaze flickered as his eyes swept one by one across the faces of Pang Jian, Dong Tianze, Wu Yuan, and Li Yuqing.

Then he said, "The root of the Ancient Demon Race's strength is that Black Phoenix in the Seventh Realm. If we enter the Seventh Realm and blast that Black Phoenix into nothingness, would that leave the Ancient Demon Race with no chance of ever rising again?"

He had been considering this question on the way here.

He felt that only by erasing the remains of that fallen Sovereign could they solve the problem once and for all.

Zhu Ji immediately echoed him. "This method is feasible."

"Feasible?" Su Wanrou's heart jolted. "Do you take the current Ancient Demon Race for soft persimmons? That black dragon, the Mystic Turtle, and that giant ape—which one of them isn't a mid-rank Demon God?"

"Rock Bear, and the newly advanced Ice-Armored Eel Dragon, aren't pushovers either!"

"It is only because we have made no rash moves in the Fourth Realm that the Demon Gods have remained still and not come to intercept and kill us."

"The moment we descend into the Sixth Realm, do you think those Demon Gods will still sit by and do nothing?"

After those words, King Li and Zhu Ji fell silent again.

"I feel that It is hiding inside Pang Lin."

Dong Tianze, whose sanity had returned, lowered his head and said, "I heard Pang Lin's voice. I have always felt that the Black Phoenix's will has merged into Pang Lin's soul."

Everyone was aghast.

The blood-red color fading from his