At that moment, Guangchengzi stepped forward.
He looked at Daoist Randeng. "We should first send a lesser demon to challenge them and test the Human Race's strength."
Daoist Randeng nodded, then turned to the wolf and bei behind him. "Who should we send?"
The King of Bei stepped forward. "We have a sand demon under our command who can whip up sand and dust that blot out the sky. He is a middle Great Luo Golden Immortal, a formidable expert even in the Primordial World. He also commands a band of Sand Fort Generals, each immensely powerful and virtually immortal. Send him, and victory is assured."
Ran Deng nodded. "Very good. Then send that Sand Sculpture General."
The King of Bei nodded. "Sand demon Sha Mohe, go challenge them."
But this sand demon was a coward. He had only come because he was forced to. Had the wolf and bei not caught him, he would rather have died than left the desert.
Of course, the main reason was that Daoist Randeng, who stood behind them, was far too powerful. Otherwise, they would have run away long ago.
Guangchengzi frowned as he watched the wolf and bei try to persuade him, but the cowardly sand demon refused no matter what they said.
Anger stirred in him at once. "You insignificant sand demon! With us backing you, and the Primordial Four Evil Gods behind us, what are you afraid of?"
"Our side has no fewer than twelve Quasi-Saint heavyweights. We wouldn't fear even a Sage, much less the paltry Human Race."
"Those humans used to be food for the Demon Race. You're a sand demon with Great Luo Golden Immortal cultivation, yet you're afraid of these puny humans? What use are you to us? We might as well slaughter you and take