Unbeknownst to him, the seven demon kings had already surrounded him in a fan formation, each wearing a meaningful expression on their face.
"Honored seniors, may we begin now?"
Li Yunjing glanced around, finally resting his gaze on the Golden-winged Roc King.
"Let's begin!"
The Golden-winged Roc King nodded, his voice heavy and deep.
All the demon kings simultaneously performed a hand gesture, injecting seven streams of demonic power into the valley, driving away the rolling thunder light to the side.
"Please, Fellow Daoist Li."
The Nine-tailed Demoness smiled charmingly, "Didn't you come here years ago? You should be quite familiar with it."
"Senior is joking."
Li Yunjing's pupils narrowed a bit, but he maintained his calm appearance: "I have never been here before!"
He walked slowly into the valley, where countless thunder lights fell upon him, only to feel like a spring breeze.
Rather than causing Li Yunjing pain, it made him feel even more comfortable.
