The Demon Lord Yichanglou of the generation was besieged on the Bone Erosion Ridge. There were many immortals, demons, demon cultivators, and Buddhist cultivators, but the only thing missing was the white figure that he wanted to see the most but least wanted to see.
Yi Changlou sighed softly: Why bother to come? It's just to die...
The dazzling flames ignited, including people and souls, burning everything on Bone Corrosion Ridge, including Yichang Tower.
What a pity... It seems that I haven't eaten yet this morning. Will I starve to death?
——The above is the last psychological activity of a generation of demon lords.
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