Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Sen Rou left with thirty-seven of the Sen Family's unconscious strong ones.
Gazing at the white silhouette gradually fading from his view, Shi Feng's face remained stern, but he sighed quietly to himself:
"Will we meet again in this lifetime? Even if we do, after this experience, things will never be the same again, will they?"
"Never again," Shi Feng muttered to himself, then cast aside these thoughts, and his cold gaze resumed sweeping, finally fixing on the nine figures still standing proudly in the void, the Nine Demon Generals!
The Nine Demon Generals had their eyes fixed on that evil demon all along, and as they saw it looking back at them, several sighed inwardly:
"That moment has finally arrived, hasn't it?"
Though defeated, though they didn't kneel before that demon, naturally, they didn't want to die.
A lifetime of arduous cultivation led to their current realm, power, and status; who would want to die?
