The winged demon flock blended into Ming Bone Mountain, becoming part of the countless groups of demons encircling the Bone Mountain in flight.

Ming Bone Mountain, its name speaks for itself—due to countless caves piercing through its body, when the sand wind blows, it emits a soul-shattering wailing howl, low and eerie, making one's skin crawl.

Encircling the hundred miles around the Bone Mountain, the sky is filled with demon groups, each finding their place within the encirclement; the main group of undead creatures forms the largest, numbering over ten thousand; following are the mountain demons from the Yuan Yi and Yaoguang Mountain Range, each numbering in the thousands.

Sea demons of the Tianjin Sea are far fewer, only around a thousand, as the Sea Clan really detests the desert environment, which makes them extremely uncomfortable, constantly needing to wet themselves with spray, unable to endure.

Then there's the winged demon flock, surprisingly also numbering over a thousand; they are less reactive to the environment here, as long as they are in the sky, it is home for those with wings.

The red-crested old demon group also merged into their main force; among nearly a thousand winged demons, there were a dozen Nascent Soul old demons, seen gathered murmuring, discussing something unknown.

Clearly, the red-crested old demon's status within the winged demon flock is not high enough, ranking behind several old winged demons, which the few of the Nineteen Aunt's group couldn't do much about, temporarily unable to offer any help.

But perhaps they could squeeze into the decision-making circle and express their opinions?

After circling for half a month, the attending demon clan began to thin out; it's already been two months past the initially set date, delayed immensely.

Yet the demon clans seemed very satisfied; they didn't care about the time, but the participation level had exceeded expectations.

The Demon Gathering was finally about to begin, with dozens of demon clans standing atop the Bone Mountain, not to mention anything else, their external shapes revealed their bloodline from the Upper Realm, significantly different from the Earth Demons.

This was Hou Niao's first close contact with these outer-space demon beasts, and he wanted to see if there was a leader among them.

"Just like human cultivators, there probably isn't a true leader, but they are much more united than humans from the Upper Realm, that's the advantage of bloodlines, sometimes more effective than the Daoist sects."

Hou Niao tried not to let his gaze become too invasive; these outer-space fierce demons are very sensitive.

As he wished, he saw Hei Fu and Whitehead among dozens of outer-space fierce demons, the culprits of the swamp massacre.

"That Black Python and White-headed Eagle, they should be the culprits; don't keep staring at them, there's plenty of time, slowly find a chance..."

The Demon Gathering, unlike human law gatherings, held no teachings or paths, but more like a sky-bound carnival; there wasn't a chance for everyone to sit down and discuss issues, being restless and fierce, they valued strength far more than humans.

So, the actual situation was that tens of thousands of demon beasts encircled Ming Bone Mountain, while the leaders of each clan gathered atop the Bone Mountain; this was the core of the gathering, discussing future strategies for the prosperous demon clan.

Small-scale discussions were more practical, specific to the winged demon clan, a dozen Nascent Soul old demons got the chance to go up the Bone Mountain, including Red Crested.

Nineteen Aunt did not receive an invitation, which was expected; although nobody questioned her identity as a winged demon, the lack of loyal followers meant no chance to demonstrate her own strength.

But Nineteen Aunt was not in a hurry; she understood these feathered distant relatives well, "Rest assured, a demon clan gathering, regardless of where in the universe, has never peacefully concluded throughout history; there's bound to be a fight, the only difference is under what name."

"The demon clans may not demonstrate law tactics, but there will be combat invitations, and of the life-or-death variety, that's their nature, wait and see."

To be honest, Hou Niao had cultivated for hundreds of years, in most cases at least he could manage the proceedings to some extent, exert some influence, but this time he was truly powerless, left only with patience, even having to feign utter madness.

This is the so-called Demon Gathering, tens of thousands of demon clans encircle the Bone Mountain, watching those core great old demons atop Ming Bone Mountain unsure of what they're arguing?

But such circling wasn't peaceful, there were frictions and conflicts, as everyone's temper wasn't all that good.

In the last human-demon war, Lizhi Sea's clan exerted the most effort, yet perished entirely; then came the undead creatures and mountain demons of Yuan Yi Yaoguang, they also exerted major effort, with losses not subtracting from core strength but were nonetheless notable.

It was only the performance of the Tianjin Sea's clan that was unsatisfactory, due to the Southeast Daoist Sect's conservative strategies, yet Tianjin Sea's clan hadn't landed was a fact.

Of course, the Tianjin Sea's clan barely held on to contribute; like the West Sea's wing clan contributed nothing at all, essentially served only as observers, staying aloof.

This disparity couldn't be hidden; post-war, inter-clan grievances arose, largely targeting the Tianjin Sea and wing clan, which were also the fewest represented demon clans at the gathering.

Those who lost blood relatives or friends in the war, or had fiery temperaments, couldn't help exchanging harsh words during aerial circling, intentionally or unintentionally colliding, expressing their dissatisfaction.

The demon clans knew no good temper; the sea and wing clans naturally wouldn't swallow their anger, caring little for the bigger picture, dissatisfaction prompting a physical brawl in return, thus insults and collisions gradually escalated unknowingly, precisely as Nineteen Aunt said, thousands of demons gathered, without a consolidated voice to reconcile, conflict was inevitable, no worry required.

The great demons atop the Bone Mountain took no heed; a non-confrontational demon wasn't a demon, only brawls provided an outlet for these energetic beings, a commonplace occurrence with no perceivable wrong.

As long as it didn't form a large-scale battle, what's a few deaths?

With this mindset, the scene outside the Bone Mountain visibly descended into chaos, those confidant in martial valor stepped forward to challenge alone, drawing cheers from their fellow clansmen.

The demon clans were naturally excited by such circumstances; it was truly unique demonstrations of the demon clan, though their methods were more direct and bloodier.

Vulgar words, unpleasant to hear, ancient bloodline curses spewing forth, along with blatant provocations, creating a distinctive scenery of the demon clan gathering.

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