The crowd below buzzed with discussions.
Indeed, the appearance of the Eight Demon Tribes was too shocking.
Ordinary people might never see one of the Sixteen Demon Clans in their lifetime, how could their hearts not be excited.
After being slightly astonished for a moment, Xu Zimei also responded.
He had just acquired the Monster Mirror not long ago, and now one of the Eight Demon Tribes had come knocking on his door.
It was truly like finding something without even searching.
The Old Demon of Laoshan roared furiously, and under the Thunderbolt, far from fear, its spirit soared even higher.
Series of roars seemed to provoke the Heavenly Dao.
When the Thunderbolt struck its body, its originally black fur gradually turned blood-red.
Its blood-red fur blazed like flames, extremely violent.
Its eyes were also entirely blood-red, its two arms dozens of meters long.
It leaped towards Xu Zimei to attack.
With every leap, space shattered, and the Firmament collapsed.
