Immortal Spirit Realm, Northern Region, it's time for the once-in-a-decade competition between sect disciples of the Four Domains.
Mistletoe observed the area outside the Magic Realm and indeed found that more than half of the disciples of the Four Sects who were surrounding the Magic Realm had disappeared.
He flew excitedly to the Demon Hall: "Demon Lord, Demon Lord, the people from the Immortal Spirit Realm have retreated."
"Withdrawal at this time is quite normal." Lu Xingze was indifferent. "This year, the competition for the disciples of the Four Sects is being held in the Northern Region. They've all gone to compete."
"Then, with no one guarding the Four Sects, now's our golden opportunity, Demon Lord!" Mistletoe rubbed his hands together excitedly.
Lu Xingze's gaze shifted from the Magic Stone in his hand to him, his lips twitching slightly: "If I remember correctly, you're a Divine Beast, right?"
