Zhen Nan Pass, originally within the Prince Zhen Nan's Mansion.
Chen Yuan sat high above, his gaze solemn. Below sat Jiang He, Chu Changfeng, Ling Xu Daoist, Zhao Danqing, and others, in an atmosphere that was equally silent.
An invisible pressure swept across the entire great hall.
Demon God, Demon Saint, a million Demon Soldiers...
Any one of these terms is enough to terrify, and at this moment, they have all converged, naturally bringing an incredibly terrifying pressure.
For others, they might not be able to withstand it and would have fled for their lives by now.
The news of the million Demon Soldiers pressing the border had not yet spread; only Nangong Lie's spy buried within the demons knew, and at great cost, transmitted it to Chen Yuan.
He did not doubt the authenticity of this news. In fact, he had pacified South State so quickly just to respond to the pressure from the demon race.
