C1717 Greetings to Senior Shen Long

Saint, clutching Yao Shisan, soared above the onlookers before gently descending to the ground. He tossed Yao Shisan at Zhang Xing's feet, and a deathly hush fell over the crowd. The demi-humans, kneeling in terror, gazed upon their Demonic King, now under Saint's claw, with no thoughts of rebellion. The Northern Army, though not kneeling, bowed their heads in utter dismay