The Gathering of the Strong

Demon Realm.

Corpses littered the ground on the huge battlefield.

The decisive battle between the Nine-tailed Clan and the other three Divine Clans had already reached the final stage.

"The tide has already passed. Three clan leaders, do you still want to continue fighting to the death?"

Xiao'er's expression was ice-cold as she stood there arrogantly. Her clear and cold eyes swept over the three clan leaders in front of her.

Beside Xiao'er, the sand sea devil master stood there respectfully. He was clearly a supreme expert who had reached the peak of the sixth level, but beside Xiao'er, he was like a slave.

And on the surrounding battlefield, the situation was completely one-sided.

The three great Divine Clan's camp had already shown signs of being defeated. Even if they continued to fight, they would only be fighting like cornered beasts. They would still be unable to change the outcome.