Song Yuchan was also taken aback watching from the Golden Eagle, complaining to Yan Qing, "I told you! Master is really too perfunctory; what use can this bamboo stick have?"
Yan Qing patted her shoulder and stammered, "You, you quickly look at the demonic beasts below."
"What happened?"
Song Yuchan glanced over and saw that the demonic beasts that had already attacked halfway up the mountain were all prostrated on the ground.
Their legs were curled, tails tucked, as if they were kneeling before the Emperor of the Demon Clan.
The people on the mountain, upon discovering this situation, also stood up in disbelief and exclaimed loudly, "What happened to these demonic beasts?"
"Are they kneeling?"
"No way?"
"Are they kneeling to this stick?"
"..."
A group of people stared wide-eyed, completely bewildered.
