The major Demon Kings were all stunned by the brutal scene on the hillside, as they all regarded themselves as members of the Demon Clan.
They thought that even if their army lost, these Little Demons might be recruited by the Ancient Demon Clan.
Who knew that the Ancient Demon Clan looked down on these Little Demons.
On their way up, they dyed the green hills with blood, killing every last one of them.
"Bastards!"
Princess Iron Fan's face twitched with anger, she brandished the Banana Fan and fiercely fanned a group of Ancient Demon Clan members who had just climbed up.
The whirlwind roared, sweeping across the mountain top.
Hundreds of members of the Ancient Demon Clan screamed in agony, like shredded paper, blown away into the distance.
This Emerald Cloud Mountain was originally the lair of Princess Iron Fan.
Seeing it destroyed, she was more infuriated than anyone.
The Bull Demon King anxiously shouted at his son, "Son! Is the Bodhisattva coming or not?"
