"Thanks to you, my brother," Zhou Dao smiled.
This time at the Demon Hunt Ceremony, his gains were substantial, netting twelve Great Demons, all of Ancient Demon level.
Perhaps with some luck, there might emerge one or two Demon Kings in the future.
By then, it would truly be like smoke rising from the ancestral grave, a windfall.
"My brother, how do you plan to deal with these demon beasts?" Black Prison Sword Monarch glanced over and couldn't help but ask.
If it were the past, demon beasts that were defeated in the Demon Hunt Ceremony would naturally be wiped out.
However, today's protagonist was Zhou Dao, and only he held the power of life and death.
"Keep them all," Zhou Dao looked towards Husky: "From now on, they will all be under your command, staying at Shiwang Mountain."
"Master..." Husky couldn't help but become excited.