"Yes." The subordinate below the stage acknowledged the order, turned around, and left to carry out the Demon King's instructions.
"Nine-Tailed, Celestial Fox—no Demon Core, no demonic Qi, hmph. Where could you possibly be? You must be heavily injured and unable to move by now, right?" The White Tiger muttered, tapping his fingers against the armrest of the Demon King's throne.
Meanwhile, Meng Luoluo had long since passed out from unconsciousness. Swept away by the violent shockwave, she had been hurled into a pile of weeds at the foot of a small hill, covered in blood. Her dark-red Dharmic Robe was torn to shreds, and even her self-healing ability had vanished.
Chapter 421