The sudden intrusion of Jiang Chen’s name in the conversation left a profound impression on the demons.
Forefather Celestial stayed silent for some time. His unreadable eyes swept past his fellow forefathers. Other than the Celestial Demon Seven, the other nine tribes had suffered grievous losses and totalled a mere twenty-something forefathers when put together, well short of thirty.
Such a paltry number simply beggared belief.
The golden tribe had been almost entirely eradicated. Forefather Goldenhowl was the only one left, other than a small group coming from the desolate wildlands. Busy with...