The North Ridge Sacred Son refused to believe it. He waved lightly at another Palace, and it collapsed at once, sending another great cloud of dust into the air.
Everyone exchanged bewildered looks. Even the Grand Elder and the others now sensed something was wrong. After all, the Demon King's Hall had existed for ten thousand years. It could not possibly be this fragile. Perhaps something had happened.
On closer inspection, they discovered that ever since the two Palaces of the Demon King's Hall had collapsed, quite a few members of the Devil Race nearby had fled at the sound. Not a single Demon King had come out to fight.
"Back when I chopped off a corner of the Demon King's Hall, those Demon Kings nearly went mad with rage. They all flew out and chased me down to attack me. How come two whole Palaces have collapsed now, yet there's no response at all?"
Baili Tusu was baffled too. If reason had not told him that this was the real Demon King's Hall, he might have thought he had just been hallucinating.
"None of you act rashly. Keep watching your surroundings, and beware of a trap." The Insect Shaman had already prepared countless Gu Insects. Among those at his disposal were many that could see through illusions to the truth, but none had detected anything unusual. He could only caution the others like this.
"I think I heard Lan Yue's voice." Just as everyone was staring intently at the Demon King's Hall, their nerves stretched taut, the Sixth Elder suddenly spoke.
"Quick, quick, quick! While those members of the Devil Race are running away, pack up all the spirit fruits stored in the Dining Hall. Don't let them get crushed!"
Lan Yue's clear little voice rang out from outside