At this moment, Hanhan also came out, sitting cross-legged and hovering next to Jun Feijue, and said with a smile, "Others can't do anything to your demon race, but my Nine Li Pot is specifically designed to counter your demon race. You should know that very well."

"you…"

If it were anything else, they wouldn't have paid any attention to it, but this Jiuli Pot really left them with a very deep psychological shadow.

Back then, Mount Buzhou broke apart, the sky collapsed and the earth caved in, and demons roamed everywhere. It seemed that the world was about to become the territory of the demon race. It was the appearance of this Jiuli Pot that instantly suppressed almost all the demons with its own power.

If Nuwa hadn't cared for all living beings and chosen to sacrifice herself to mend the heavens, if she were still alive, her demon race probably wouldn't be living so easily.

That battle is still deeply etched in their minds, unforgettable.

"Only half an hour left."

At this moment, Jun Feijue waved his hand, and the lid of the Nine Li Pot opened slightly, issuing a final ultimatum.

"Waaaaah..."

Instantly, the unique aura of the Nine Li Pot emanated from it. Although it was only a small opening, the familiar aura was enough to make the demons present tremble with fear.

However, I am really unwilling to leave like this.

The demon leader was still waging a final psychological war.

For a moment, neither side spoke, and the whole world seemed to fall into a deathly silence.

Time ticked by, and the two sides remained locked in a stalemate.

The demons tried to glean some clues and an opportunity for negotiation from Jun Feijue's face, because a guilty conscience can always be seen on someone's face.

At first, they might be able to hold back, but as time goes on, they will inevitably reveal their weaknesses.

However, they did not know that they were facing a person born with facial paralysis, whose emotions were expressed with only one expression.

Clearly, the demons were ultimately defeated.

Jun Feijue's unwavering confidence put immense psychological pressure on the demons.

Neither side spoke. Jun Feijue remained extremely calm, but the Silver Moon Fox soldiers on the city wall were all sweating profusely with tension.

"Walk!"

After an unknown amount of time, a voice finally rang out from among the demons; it was the demon leader who spoke.

"But Chief!"

However, it is clear that many Rakshasa are unwilling to leave.

As demons, they are naturally fond of killing and do not care about their own safety, bloodshed, or death.

The saying goes, "He who has no desires is invincible." This is probably why demons of the same level are sometimes stronger than gods.

"Do you intend to disobey orders?"

However, the demon leader had no intention of wasting words with them. After speaking, he glared fiercely at Jun Feijue and took the lead in flying into the sky.

"I wouldn't dare."

The other demon soldiers, though unwilling, had no choice but to leave.

The remaining demon soldiers, though few in number, were still quite a few.

It took them a full two cups of tea's time to finally leave.

"Bang..."

Immediately, the door of the empty camera was slammed shut.

The sky over the Moon God Realm has returned to normal!

"go."

Although the demons seemed to have all left, no one knew if any were still hiding in the shadows. Therefore, Jun Feijue still opened the Nine Li Pot completely.

The white energy, resembling clouds and mist, rolled out and dispersed rapidly in all directions after merging into the air.

Jun Feijue remained silent, keeping his eyes closed as he continued to wait.