"When can one hundred and eight demon generals be refined?"

The young man sitting in the car seemed to know that others would not notice him, so he asked in a cold voice.

Behind him, the old man Cangfa, who was pushing a cart, whispered: "The number is almost complete, and most of the generals have returned to their positions, but when will they be qualified to enter the Demon Refining Abyss and become the real demon general, it depends on the talents and fortunes of these people..."

"So quickly!"

The young man coughed a few times, and his eyes were faintly filled with yin fire:

"God helped me, but I actually had the secret book of formlessness into the world, but helped me understand the last problem..."

"It's a pity that I was injured by that old thing and was driven to this barren land by the Daxia Rebel Minister. I was already hopeless in the fairyland..."

"But when I am one hundred and eight demons, haha..."

“…”

He started to cough while laughing, but his expression still seemed extremely excited.
Chapter completed!