At this moment in Qingqiu Mountain, besides Lv Wen who had already escaped, there were still more than twenty leaders of various clans remaining seated. They were laughing loudly, engaging in exuberant conversations, drinking alcohol, and eating meat, oblivious to the danger that was silently approaching.
At the mountain top, a little fox demon on duty saw from afar a dark cloud of smoke rolling in, and the sky further darkened. Just as he concentrated and attempted to get a clearer view, he suddenly felt a chill in his throat, as if a thick liquid was flowing out. Just as he was about to touch it with his hand, his eyes widened and he fell into a pool of blood.
Di Jiang watched coldly at Di Jun floating in the sky and said, "Di Jun, Taiyi, lead the Demon Race quickly to the Eastern Sea Domain. As for these traitors of the Demon Race, let our Witch Tribe handle them!"
