"It's time to decide the grand scheme."
"Li, Ze, I'll go ahead."
In the shadows, gazing at Flower Yingying descending with divine might, a handsome man laughed heartily.
He was like a Wind God on earth, giving others a refreshing feeling.
He is one of the only four ancient wills remaining in the Demon Clan today.
Wind Spirit—Qing Feng!
His original body is a wisp of wind, and his path to cultivation has been full of coincidences...
The other two ancient wills, upon seeing him, solemnly clasped their hands in salute, exchanging glances as they parted.
This was the plan they had devised with the Creator Saint.
Either they don't act, even watching the Demon Clan's army retreat is fine.
Or if they do act, it's to decisively determine the grand scheme.
Now is the opportunity for the Human Race, but it is also an opportunity for their Demon Clan.
As Qing Feng watched Flower Yingying descend from Yellow Heaven to Blue Heaven, he squinted his eyes.
