At the same time, beyond the East Coast, in the midst of the Pristine Waters.
A land hidden by a Array Formation emerged from within, an aura of mysticism and malencholy surrounding it.
The Isle of Heavenly Demons!
At this point, the entire Isle of Heavenly Demons was as quiet as a still ocean, with no signs of any living being there.
At the Monument of the Demon God, Demon Lord Nine Calamities stood in the middle and stared at the direction of the East Coast, a solemn expression on his face, seemingly aware of the battle happening there.
At this moment, the old man from before appeared besides him and bowed respectfully. He had broken through to the Golden Core Realm just recently and appeared to be a lot more vigorous than before.
"Lord, the battle at the East Coast has already been going on for the past few decades. Are we really not going to help?"