"Jie jie."
"Jie jie jie."
After the many disciples of the Demon Lord surrounded White Impermanence, each of them let out a vicious chuckle.
This scene of a bunch of big men surrounding one person felt strangely familiar.
None of them took the initiative to speak, but they had already reached a tacit agreement.
That was, they would all attack together, and after getting rid of White Impermanence—
They'd take White Impermanence's head and report back to the Demon Lord.
The Demon Lord had sent them to stir up the Underworld; now that they'd killed the Underworld Yin Spirit White Impermanence, that could barely count as completing the mission.
After all, this Underworld was the Yin Celestial Son's turf; the Demon Lord's disciples were also afraid that if they stayed here too long, they'd anger the Yin Celestial Son.
If the Yin Celestial Son personally made a move, their little lives would be forfeit.
"You guys..."
