Days passed, one after another. About a month later, a surge of Demon Qi suddenly emanated from the north, suggesting a powerful Demon Race contingent was heading this way. One-tailed, dangling her legs from a cliffside, narrowed her eyes as she looked down upon the forest. She could faintly sense dozens of demons rushing in their direction.
During this time, when she wasn't listening to the Squirrel Demon tell stories about Celestial Wolf City, she was wondering when the members of the Celestial Wolf Race would finally arrive.
'After all, Jiang Qiu seized their mining area and killed their so-called overseers. A response from them is only natural, but their prolonged silence has been rather vexing.'
'It seems they're finally here for revenge.'
Watching the figures draw nearer, One-tailed slowly rose to her feet. "How many in the Celestial Wolf Race have reached the Perfect Transformation Realm?"
