Seeing a group of Demon Kings dare not move against Shen Wang, the White Tiger King was seething with anger.
"These cowards!"
He cursed, but did not act recklessly. Instead, he cautiously glanced at the distant void.
"That old thing is definitely watching me too, now isn't the best time."
The White Tiger Emperor thought to himself, still a bit apprehensive about what happened last time — the old thing's methods were indeed too formidable.
Under Shen Wang's intimidation, their group slowly left the second line of defense, passing through the subordinate vein and retreating in the direction of the main vein.
They faced many fierce beasts, but fortunately, there were no particularly powerful ones. So even though people continuously died, their movement did not stop.
This was a torment for ordinary people — no one wanted to be the one who died, and everyone was trying to find a way to converge at the center.
