The situation instantly reversed.

Zong Qiling, who had been furious, now smiled like a blossoming flower, sneering coldly as she returned the words, "Elder Batian, what are you doing? Demon God Mountain is a place for mutual slaughter and competition. Treasures belong to the capable. If your son ended up like this, it's only because he's not strong enough. He can't blame anyone else!"

Long Batian was momentarily speechless, his face turning a shade of blue with anger, unable to utter a word for a long time.

The other demon clans stifled their laughter, not daring to laugh out loud, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.