"That guy's strength is formidable... I'm afraid only slightly weaker than the Twelve Generals!" A member of the Demon Clan said with his head lowered, a hint of fear in his eyes.
Within Shuyao Mountain, there was one leader, three Generals, and the Twelve Generals.
The Twelve Generals were all in the later stages of the Qi and Blood Realm, and not just ordinary late stages at that.
"Hmph," the Peacock lady snorted coldly.
She was a General herself, a terrifying Great Demon of the Demon Elite rank.
"I want to see his corpse within three days!" the Peacock lady declared, her voice stern.
At that moment, a tall man arrived, dressed as a Scholar in white, his voice hearty.
"Why should the General be angry? The terrain of Shuyao Mountain is complex; indeed, it's difficult to find a cultivator from the Human Clans in the late Jade Blood Realm."
This man in white, the Scholar attire, was the Think Tank of Shuyao Mountain.