The Frog King wielded the Dark Red Anchor, charging out of the brown dust fog, impermeable.
Wu King swung his eight legs, and with each swing, a canyon emerged.
Sword King fiercely lashed his tail, silver light crisscrossing.
The Sea Teeth King casually cast a couple of divine skills in the corner, sighing deeply.
The twelve Demon Kings, urged by the White Ape, each showed their divine skills. Any massive building suffered and became ruins. Hundred Legs and Ten Directions Great Witch dared not face them head-on and could only defend the edges of certain attacks, minimizing the losses within Tusi Valley.
The Demon Kings rampantly charged in, wreaking havoc inside Tusi Valley.
Wherever the most River Stones were, they would attack that place. If there were no river, they would create one.
