"I hope the Ancient Demon Hall can settle down a bit, so I can also take good care of the Water Lake Rat."
With Xu Ping's current strength, as long as there is someone cooperating, slaying a late Fourth Rank ancient demon isn't too difficult a task.
It just requires a bit of time.
....
Two years passed by in the blink of an eye.
On the frontline of Burial God Bend, the Ancient Demon Hall, as Xu Ping had hoped, was plunged into a strange tranquility.
Ever since that earth-shattering battle, the ancient demons seemed to have completely lowered their flags and laid down their arms; aside from occasionally sending out small groups of demon soldiers to harass, there was no other movement.
The unfathomable Ancient Demon Hall, like a silent behemoth, lurked in the dense demonic qi, making it impossible for anyone to discern its reality.
This calm didn't bring peace of mind to the cultivators stationed there; instead, it felt like the oppressive calm before a storm.
