Leaving the Primordial Demon Territory, Wind Cloud Sect's Battlefield

Night came.

At the foot of the Heavenly Chief Sacred Mountain, the servant disciples, outer sect disciples, inner sect disciples, core disciples, and legacy disciples of the puppet lineage gathered together. There were many, reaching a million.

This was only the tip of the iceberg of the puppet lineage. It was only a small portion of the power. If all the disciples and elders of the puppet lineage gathered, it would be calculated in the hundreds of millions.

Qi Ming looked up.

In the sky, three figures stood with boundless might. Demonic qi surged as blood light surged and fiendish qi surged. Around them was the power of the Heaven and Earth Rules.

"Very good."

The light dissipated.

One of the three figures revealed his true body. He had his hands behind his back and his gaze was like lightning. His strength and cultivation had reached an extremely terrifying level.