The sky was covered by dark clouds, blocking out every trace of sunlight.
Lightning flashed within the dark clouds.
"Not good!"
Wang Ming stood in the void, raising his head to look at the dome of the sky. In his gaze, the dark clouds were not just ordinary dark clouds.
The Bull Demon King was such a scheming bull, using wind and lightning spells to create the illusion that he was about to summon lightning to strike Wang Ming, when in truth, all of this was a facade.
Behind the dark clouds was a group of Great Demons.
Their figures were hidden behind the heavy dark clouds, rapidly approaching Wang Ming.
They attempted to deal Wang Ming a fatal blow at the critical moment.
The commotion the Bull Demon King made this time was massive.
Originally, the Bull Demon King had merely realized that he had unwittingly placed himself upon the chessboard of the Buddhist Sect.
To extricate himself from the rise and fall dictated by the Buddhist Sect, he used the tiger's skin as a banner, directly and forcefully framing his personal crisis as a crisis for the entire Demon Clan.
As it happened,
not everyone among the Demon Clan was willing to be confined to a single place and act as a mere mountain king.
There was always such a group of radical factions.
They responded to the Bull Demon King in unison.
In the minds of these demons, as long as this move succeeded in killing Wang Ming, their Demon Clan would inevitably gain an opportunity to rise.
To make the Demon Clan great again!
To ensure that the word "Demon" was no longer a derogatory term.
To let the word "Demon" once again appear upright and dignified upon this land.
To let the Demon Clan rule