When ye chen activated the power of the 'fate' word, many people would unconsciously come closer to him. However, it was not something that could be done in a short time, so there was no rush.
Ye chen closed his eyes and once again entered a deep level of cultivation. The entire blue cloud Peak was filled with some kind of mysterious Dao runes.
The demonic realm.
Devilsilver mountain range.
"Chi la!"
The void was torn apart like a rag. After half a month's journey, the ninth Prince of the great sun demon race and the other nine heaven's favorites of the other demon race appeared in the sky above the devilsilver mountain range.
The ancestral land of the silver-blood demons was now riddled with holes.