Looking at the group of disheveled aristocrats, Zhang Chen felt inexplicably pleased inside. Those high-ranking aristocrats of the past, who would have thought they'd come to this day?
Yet, Jiangnan's swift downfall was beyond Zhang Chen's expectations.
"What exactly is the court doing? Completely ignoring the affairs of Jiangnan?" Zhang Chen was somewhat puzzled.
Of course, the fact that the Demon Race actually produced twelve Demon Gods who advanced to the Eleventh Tier also left Zhang Chen utterly shocked.
Though he was shocked, he wasn't surprised. After all, the Demon Race occupied the boundless Great Wilderness, its territory was much larger than that of humans, so producing twelve Eleventh-Tier entities was understandable.
Countless thoughts flowed through Zhang Chen's mind as he quietly withdrew, looking at the group of aristocrats.
