The Ghostly Yan tribe were currently lost in their fantasies of conquering  the whole world.

In the mouth of the Ancient Demon God, there were about 20 people on the tongue. They were the nucleus of the Ghostly Yan tribe, and many were Holy Masters.

These old people were hugging each other, moved to tears. Their laughter and tears mirrored the rest of the Ghostly Yan tribe's. Here on the tongue, they greedily and ecstatically sucked in the outside air.

"What a beautiful miracle this world is. With the Ancient Demon God, this world is ours."

"Yes, just like the children said. We have been trod on for far too long. It is time for the world to know that the Ghostly Yan tribe has returned."

"There are so many Yan Huang tribe. It is enough that they become our cultivation resources. This was originally our world, after all......."

Although they were able to hold their composure, but there was a rapacious fire in their eyes as they surveyed the men and women of the Yan Huang tribe. They were indeed more fair...