"Now that the people of the Demon Realm have already attacked, which of you immortals is willing to lead troops to meet them?"
The Heavenly Emperor seated upon the throne above spoke in a deep voice.
Hearing this, the immortals lowered their heads one by one. The bustling Hall of Miraculous Mist, which had just been as noisy as a vegetable market, fell instantly into a dead silence. Not a single person responded.
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