"Think of something quickly, that Demon Lord is leading the Demon Clan army to them and I'm afraid that the Immortal Sect are not their opponents! If we don't get it right, the whole Sect could be destroyed. This is not a joke."
Upon hearing this, Feng Jiu revealed a smile: "Don't worry, I've already made arrangements."
The smile on her lips was mysterious, and the old man was unable to guess what her arrangements were.
"But we can't even enter the Sect now, what do we do?" The old man said and looked at her.
Feng Jiu looked up at the sky and saw the black figure through the leaves vaguely immediately.
He was standing in midair on his flying sword, his black robe whirled and blew in the wind, his devilry energy spread out. It was terrifying. That person was the Demon Lord of the Demon Clan, a cultivator whose strength had long surpassed the Immortal Emperor stage!
