"This humble Taoist has come to mediate, please give me some face!"
Song Lin stood at the front of the carriage, with a massive meteor stone perched on the roof.
The demons froze upon hearing this.
Who are you?
A frail human intervening in the conflicts of demons and spirits was questionable enough, but to even attempt mediation—did he know what he was saying?
The six demon lords didn't know whether to laugh or be enraged.
From inside the carriage, senior members of the Heaven and Earth Xuanmen began to step out one after another.
Shi Yinhua chimed in, "Indeed, this is your final chance. If you don't stop now, the Heavenly Master might truly be displeased."
"Yield immediately!"
The Spirit Treasure Celestial Master played the role of the stern adjudicator.
Their back-and-forth remarks successfully stoked the fury of the demons.
"In that case, let's put aside our grudges and deal with these fellows together,"
Sea Rakshasa's second-in-command sneered coldly.
