A single Celestial Demon can make a race famous across the entire Witch Demon Continent.
And at this moment, over thirty Celestial Demons are being dragged into the Gates of the Netherworld.
Some strong members of the Demon Race couldn't sit still anymore.
The aura around these strong beings was vigorous.
However, their movements were suddenly frozen.
Only to see Zhao Fu being borne on a throne, slowly returning to the Gates of the Netherworld.
Through the Gates of the Netherworld, one could see an endless horde of the Ghost Race, boundless white bones, and rivers of blood.
Instinctively, they knew that following him meant death!
Even though the opponent just now had certainly paid a great price to take away over thirty Celestial Demons in one go.
Whether these Celestial Demons live or die is unknown, but if they step into the Netherworld, they might only die.
Yet some strong members of the Demon Race secretly sighed in relief.
"Emperor Beiyin Fengdu, indeed remarkable."
