Fifty kilometers away from Purple Cap Mountain, within the army of thousands of corpses, the black dragon-robed man sitting on the carriage quietly listened to his subordinates' suggestion. His demonic face had no expression.
On the ground lay a Drought Demon, who was none other than Qin Jian. However, there was a Corpse Suppressing Talisman between his brows that suppressed him, rendering him immobile.
"My lord, this person really doesn't respect you!"
One of the Drought Demons roared furiously, and he said with a ghastly gaze, "This humble one suggests that we might as well eliminate him to avoid him becoming a threat to us in the future!"
"My lord, Wu Anjun is right!"
Another Drought Demon knelt on one knee, "This person dares to look down on my lord, he deserves to die!"
"My lord, please kill this person!"
The remaining two Drought Demons roared with killing intent.
"Enough!"