The Emperor of Creation looked at the crowd and slowly spoke, as if trying to discern something, but the result disappointed him.
"What?!"
The expressions of the others in the palace changed dramatically in an instant. The twelve secret strongholds were equivalent to the front line of the Celestial Martial Continent. During ordinary wars, they resisted the restricted area and were stationed at these twelve secret strongholds to prevent the war from spilling over into the Celestial Martial Continent.
If all twelve secret strongholds were destroyed, the war between the Human Race and the Demons would sweep across the entire Celestial Martial Continent.
"Ghost Pattern Emperor, explain the situation in detail!"
The Emperor of Creation spoke lightly.
Instantly, everyone's gaze focused on a black-robed elder with a dry complexion and a floating aura. Chu Ming's eyes also fell on the Ghost Pattern Emperor.
