Toad-faced Demon Race

Zhang Tie sat cross-legged where he was and used sorcery to transform into Ghost Child.

Then Zhang Tie's voice came from Ghost Child's mouth, carrying a trace of sinister chill. "All those willing to be sacrificed, follow this corpse pet through the entrance to the underground palace and come directly inside."

At this moment, seven Demon Venerables had gathered outside Demon Ghost Hall.

These Demon Venerables came in all shapes and forms. Some were tall and imposing, while others appeared somewhat small and thin; some radiated powerful auras, while others were listless and weak. Upon closer inspection, it was clear that every one of them had some problem. Some carried traces of deathly aura, some were severely injured, and some had unstable auras.

Clearly, these Demon Venerables were not the foremost experts. Who would be willing to use a top-tier Demon Venerable as a sacrifice? Still, that was only natural. After all, sacrifice was a loss to any demon race.

Though Zhang Tie's voice was not loud, it exploded beside everyone's ears like thunder. They looked at one another, then, after a brief silence, silently followed Powder Bone toward the underground palace.

"You may rest assured that your sacrifice will not be in vain. Your deaths will bring true freedom to your race! From this day onward, the Human and Monster races will become the territory of our demon race!" Zhang Tie's voice echoed through the vast hall as the stone doors slowly descended with a heavy crash.

His gaze swept over everyone present. Yet to his surprise, not a single one of them spoke.

However, that did not affect his plan. The corners of his lips rose slightly as he continued, "You only need to stand on the altar. I guarantee you will not feel the slightest pain. On