Seeing her truly enraged, Zangxin realized that even the Demon Lord's severe injury might have touched her Reverse Scale, and it was not appropriate to continue talking. He could only lead the people to withdraw and search for the traitors in the city.
And without the Demon Lord's permission, the physicians of the Demon Clan dared not approach her for treatment; it was clear to everyone from the murderous intent in her eyes.
When the Demon Lord was angry, it could be said that destruction came to all directions.
No one dared to upset her at this moment.
The gathered Demon Clan scattered like birds and beasts at rapid speed, each returning to their duties.
Ning Feiyan looked at the deepening night, the feigned murderous aura in her eyes gradually overtaken by a defeated weakness. She bowed her head and vomited two mouthfuls of fresh blood, intending to return to the Netherworld Palace to suppress the rampant injuries inside her body.
