As the people of Yin Mound began their cadence-rising chant, clouds and mist started gathering above Yin Mound in Yang Province.
The gentle breeze gradually swelled into a raging gale, while the thin clouds transformed into demonic miasma that blotted out the sun.
Within the black demonic clouds that gradually spread across heaven and earth, a pair of scarlet vertical pupils gazed down upon the Kingdom of Yin Mound below. Its mouth silently split open in a savage grin. "The Kingdom of Yin Mound actually dared to betray this god."
"King Ying, you have done well."
Beside those scarlet vertical pupils, King Ying hunched his back and smiled ingratiatingly. "This lowly king was ordered by Your Divinity to watch over the various kingdoms, so I planted spies in every one of them."
"The moment this lowly king learned that Yin Mound had betrayed Your Divinity, I came at once to report it."
As he spoke, King Ying cautiously studied the existence at his side, whose single eye alone was as enormous as a mountain range.
The demonic god, Transforming Python—this was a true high god. One eye rivaled a mountain, and an open mouth could swallow the sun and moon. Where had Yin Mound found the courage to betray Lord Transforming Python?
Did Wu Tang not know that Lord Transforming Python could not be resisted?
Looking down at Yin Mound, King Ying felt some regret. Since Wu Tang and Yin Mound had dared betray Lord Transforming Python, the Kingdom of Yin Mound was bound to turn to dust. What a pity that this kingdom had not fallen into his own hands.
Transforming Python could not be bothered to guess at King Ying's thoughts. It never tried to fathom so-called human hearts. It only needed to maintain its ferocity and cruelty,