Four Demon Kings, two of which are Qilin Apes with powerful bloodlines, while the other two are ordinary Ape Demons.
The overwhelming aura swept across, causing those with lower cultivation to turn pale in horror.
"Yuan Wu greets Patriarch Duan and everyone else!"
He appeared polite, clasped his fists, and bowed to everyone present: "You better not make any rash moves, otherwise I'll kill you first."
"Yuan Wu, you dare to refine the Celestial Demon Devouring Pill with so many people, is your Qilin Ape Race not afraid of being annihilated by our Human Race Martial Saint?" shouted one Martial King.
Yuan Wu's expression remained unchanged: "Your Human Race has Martial Saints, does my Demon Race not have Demon Saints?"
The Saint Son Yuan Jie is dead, and the Qilin Ape Race doesn't care about these things at all. The longevity of the Qilin Ape Saint is near its end. If a new Demon Saint doesn't emerge from the Qilin Ape Race, their race is no different from extinction.
