The time agreed upon with Mang Qi has finally arrived.
Jiang Chen, accompanied by the Four Great Divine Beasts, returned once again to the Boundless Catacombs.
On Mang Qi's side, at least thousands of alien races have already gathered here. Jiang Chen scanned the scene and was secretly amazed. The demon tribe indeed made a grand gesture; even the cannon fodder they enslaved were so numerous, and their level in the martial dao was surprisingly not low.
Just as Mang Qi mentioned back then, there are no fewer than a hundred Masters. In fact, after a closer look, there were at least over two hundred Masters.
Most importantly, there was even the Divine Path among them!
That even Divine Cultivators had become puppets of the demon tribe, Jiang Chen had to admire their reach.
However, these people generally had dull eyes; the endless years had worn down their sharpness and spirit.
Now, only freedom could invigorate them once more.
"Is everyone here?" Jiang Chen asked indifferently.
