"Back then, this king agreed to make a move for you three times, but only within a twenty-year limit."
"Now that half the time has already passed, this king has already acted twice. If you still can't produce a result, this king will be going back to cultivate."
This feather-robed old man was the Erosion Realm Dragon King in human form.
His aura was unfathomable, and in his words he gave not the slightest face to the generals of the Demon-Monster Races.
Upon hearing this.
The two at the side also stopped attacking each other, then pondered for a while before saying, "Since that's the case, let's quickly settle on a plan."
"Even if we can't find that Human Race cultivator."
"It would be best if we can gravely wound the Human Race's Primordial Qi. That would be worth it too."
The three secretly conspired for a while, then their figures immediately vanished.
...
On this day.
On Little Turtle Peak.
