"Indeed. If the ten of us joining forces still couldn't handle a single Integration cultivator, we might as well smash our heads into tofu and die!"
A square-faced demon seated beside the Tiger-headed Demon sneered, making the fleshy folds on his face tremble. He chimed in in a deep, booming voice, his rough words echoing through the somewhat empty hall with arrogant confidence.
At that moment, the Tiger-headed Demon Lord, who had kept his eyes closed as though resting, suddenly furrowed the dark-gold-patterned brows above his eyes. It was as if an invisible third eye between them had abruptly opened.
He suddenly raised his head. A flash of blood-red light vanished from his bell-sized eyes, as though he had caught an exceedingly obscure ripple somewhere in the unseen.
With a casual wave of his large hand, covered in coarse black fur, the air seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force. A communication jade slip, gleaming faintly in the dark and inscribed with strange demonic patterns, appeared out of thin air in his fan-sized palm.
In an instant, dark light flowed across the jade slip, and obscure information poured into the Tiger-headed Demon Lord's sea of consciousness like an invisible stream. His five fingers clenched. With a soft crack, the jade slip turned into a wisp of black smoke and vanished.
The Tiger-headed Demon Lord's savage face split into an incomparably cruel grin, exposing gleaming white fangs. A low, bloodthirsty growl rolled from his throat. "Our guest has arrived!" His voice was not loud, yet it rumbled through the hall like muffled thunder. The temperature plummeted, and the dense killing intent nearly solidified.
Xiayu City's towering gates and massive walls were covered by a seemingly sturdy defensive barrier. Glimmers of light flickered across it, slightly isolating the earthshaking battle