The enemy's excited and fighting roar rang in his ears.

The black mist in the air prevented them from finding the generals who commanded them, the powerful demon who could bring them faith, and the way to escape.

For the first time, the fear of complete collapse was born in the hearts of the demons.

Is the demons going to lose?

Are they going to lose to the spiritual practice that they originally looked down upon in their own territory?

And the sound of Tianmoqin sounded at this moment.

The heavy body seemed to be filled with vitality.

The magic core, which was on the verge of drying up, turned again.

Only this time, there was no burning pain and despair of exhausting devil energy.

Instead, a gentle and mellow energy flowed through their bodies.

The wound healed quickly.

On the thick bones, hideous and horrible flesh and blood grew out of them.

"Your Royal Highness! It's the sound of our Princess's piano!!"

"The princess came to rescue us!!"

The demons who had participated in the Tianmei Banquet screamed ecstatically.

In the black fog, all connections were severed, the generals could not command, and the magic soldiers could not cooperate.

However, at this moment, the hoarse voices of these demons were transmitted to every part of the battlefield along with the sound of the piano.

"My wounds are beginning to heal..."

"My magic core was burned by flames just now, but now it's back to normal..."

"I heard that our princess has a piano. When she plays the piano, we will become an invincible army..."

"So, is the princess here? Our princess, has he come to save us?"

Every demons asked himself in such anxious and excited heart.

Then, watching his wounds heal little by little.

Watching the fallen companion slowly stand up.

Their tears flowed down suddenly and uncontrollably.

When the monster was first born, there was no blood or tears.

They are just monsters with no intelligence, only survival instinct.

With the passage of a long period of time, the demon qi grew up in the Demon Cloud Ridge, and the spiritual wisdom was purified.

It has become a "devil" similar in appearance to spiritual cultivation.

But at the bottom of their hearts, they still don't have the full of emotions or the complicated minds of spiritual cultivation.

Except for the high-level demons who have cultivated above the devil master, those low-level demons know fear, awe, excitement and pain, but they don't know the deeper feelings of loneliness, loneliness, and confusion.

They raised their hands and stroked their faces, and they felt wet.

But I don't know why I cry.

Is it because the injury on the body no longer hurts?

Is it because the fallen companion stood up?

Is it because the battle ushered in a turning point?

Or because, at this moment, they suddenly realized that they had never been abandoned.

In the most critical moment, the most desperate moment, their princess came to rescue them.

Their Ye Da Devil, came to rescue them!

"Welcome... Your Royal Highness!"

A demon soldier slowly knelt down, and the demon soul within his body slowly floated out and flew toward the sky.

Then, more and more magic soldiers knelt down.

Someone yelled: "Welcome your Royal Highness Princess!"

Someone shouted: "Welcome Ye Da Devil!!"

Countless demon souls who pledged allegiance floated into the air, slowly converging in one direction.

That is their noble princess.

It was their highness who followed to the death.

It is the supreme emperor of the demons in the future.