The Calamity Elder clicked his tongue:
"I was just bluffing Little Golden Crow earlier, making him think that what we're doing here is no easy feat.
"Heavenly Cicada, are you starting to dislike using your brain? Why do you seem on par with the Roc Bird? Could it be that the brains of flying creatures and insects are too small?"
The Liù Chì Tiānchán could only force a smile.
"Hmm—"
The Calamity Elder hummed a little tune and sipped his tea lightly.
He looked toward the stone wall in front of him as if he could see through it to observe the entire world.
The Black Clouds accumulated in the middle of the Western Continent surged once again, and the various Demon Kings, who had just started to rest and repair, received the command to attack once more.
A moment later.
To the east, south, and north, in hundreds of small worlds, countless demons transformed into human forms were flying chaotically, and an uncountable number of temples began grand rituals.
