Wang Dashao was secretly thrilled, but before he could even speak, Zhao Yucai's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"If it were just these three demon kings, it would be easy to talk about, but you should know that since the Ghost Face Three Fiends appeared half a year ago, they have attracted a large group of demon king followers because of their crazy personality and strength."
Although those three great demons might not look down on these ants, and they haven't had any contact with these demon kings, I've heard that their fanatical worshippers and imitators have caused quite a bit of trouble in the United States because of their sheer size.
Recently, this group has even traveled to the European continent and committed a series of crimes. If they cause more and more trouble, do you think the three powerful demons will actually take them under their command?
If things really develop to that point, then things will become quite difficult..."
Holy crap! This is outrageous? It's gotten this big?
Young Master Wang thought to himself that Old Zhao was too ruthless; his words were clearly an attempt to persuade him to recruit this armed force composed entirely of demon kings.
Are you that confident in me?
Wang Zheng actually remembered this group of people.
The last time they encountered the Western religion's infiltrated forces in Australia, this group also stepped forward, revealed their identities, and blocked several demon kings who had received the Buddha's blessing.
Even though Young Master Wang didn't trust them and had even killed some of the demon kings, they were determined to help him and act as if it was none of their business.
It must be said that in this world, it is not only kindness that can influence others; even the most extreme evil can attract countless followers.
However, it is obvious that the two ancient demon beasts, the Zhen Beast and the Shen Beast, would not look down on such a force. Is it really necessary to sacrifice oneself and personally become the leader of this emerging force?
So, the other side's leader really is our mole?
After saying that the matter needed to be reconsidered, Young Master Wang hurriedly hung up the phone from the capital.
He then immediately opened the contact with the ferocious beast.
Upon learning that this guy hadn't actually infiltrated the intelligence network into the northern deserts, Young Master Wang was exasperated and gave him a good scolding before quickly relaying all the information he'd gathered that day.
Because it had not received any retaliation for a long time, and because it had been careless and injured by the demon king of the Western religion in Australia, the beast had always regarded it as a great humiliation.
So, upon receiving news of this new ruin, they immediately rushed over without stopping.
But life is full of cruel tricks. Although the news of the discovery of these ruins had spread like wildfire throughout the city, more than half a month had passed and there was still no movement.
The beast was doing alright; the long years had given it extraordinary patience. It was just that Young Master Wang himself was getting frustrated waiting.
Just as Wang Zheng was wondering if he was being too nervous and that Lao Li and the others were making a mountain out of a molehill, the beast suddenly reacted.
This ancient site in the northern desert has opened...
Sensing the beast's intent, Young Master Wang didn't hesitate. He immediately stopped cultivating, took out his own gear from his storage space, changed, and then, following his intuition, sliced open the void and entered.
When he stepped out of the spatial passage, he was also surprised by the lively scene before him.
If he hadn't seen the Chinese Grandmaster in the distance and the large group of demon kings radiating precious light in another location, he would have almost doubted that he had gone to the wrong place.
The reason is simply that the interior of this ruin presents a completely different scene.
Isn't this a relic of the grasslands? Then what about this endless expanse of blue sea and sky in front of me?
He really is the Mongolian Navy Commander!
But despite his complaints, Young Master Wang kept reassuring himself that with enough birds in the forest, there's bound to be something for everyone...
A gentle breeze blows, and the water ripples.
In this scene where the sea and sky blend into one, the group of people remained in a stalemate.
Seeing the ferocious beast beside him gritting its teeth and staring intently at the demon king's camp in the distance, Young Master Wang quickly glanced at the battlefield.
There are currently no clues about the sealed area. This space looks like a vast expanse of blue, with nothing particularly special about it.
The Huaxia Grandmasters and cultivators from several major grotto-heavens firmly occupied the southeast corner of the ruins as a force, numbering at least a hundred at first glance.
Even so, they were not the largest group.
The demon forces occupying the southwest side were densely packed with more than two hundred demon kings.
Just as Young Master Wang's gaze turned toward the group of demons who looked suspicious, he spotted that old acquaintance who had been hiding in Southeast Asia for a long time in the queue once again.
However, it makes sense. The Peacock Demon King was indeed enveloped by a Buddha's hand. Even disregarding the connection between peacocks and Buddhism, it's reasonable that the Western Religion's demon king forces now regard him as their superior.
However, although the demon king was still full of vigor, the fatigue in his eyes was already hard to hide.
Although the old friends were still there, the demon king standing behind the peacock was no longer someone Wang Zheng recognized.
Judging from his repeated acts of causing trouble, most of his brothers who wholeheartedly supported him and shared life and death with him in Yunnan are probably dead by now.
To be honest, although this demon king was controlled by others and lived a miserable life, his strength was no weaker than before. He must have gotten a lot of benefits from those bald monks of the Western Sect...
Looking further east, you'll see the scattered groups of rogue cultivators and extraordinary individuals trying to take advantage of the chaos.
Although the situation in the northern desert had already caused quite a stir, and with the notorious reputation of Young Master Wang and the Three Fiends with Ghost Faces, no rogue cultivator without some strength would dare to wade into this mess.
But there are always quite a few people who are ignorant of their own mortality, self-righteous, and think they are the chosen ones.
Wang Shao's assessment of this group of guys can be summed up in one sentence.
They're a disorganized mess, not worth mentioning!
Incidentally, the group of fanatical followers who were obsessed with Wang Dashao's transformation into a demon king were also mixed in with this group of rogue cultivators. They were even more excited after his last appearance and burst into shouts.
Unlike other forces that were wary of Wang Zheng and his group, if it weren't for the fact that these three were unpredictable, they probably would have already come to their aid.
Seeing the enthusiasm of his "fans," Young Master Wang maintained his aloof persona, merely glaring fiercely in their direction without uttering a word.
In fact, the last group of three left in these ruins were them.
Although they were the fewest in number, with only three people, the other three parties were extremely wary of Wang Zheng after he appeared.
There's no other reason than that the reputation of these three masked villains has become too famous in recent years!
At this moment, whoever appears in these ruins, regardless of their identity or strength, dares to say they are not afraid of these three suddenly launching an attack, and who dares to underestimate these villains whose hands are stained with blood?
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