They saw.
After the seventh coffin was opened, it was completely empty—not even a single hair remained.
"..."
"..."
"..."
The entire battlefield fell deathly silent.
The wind stopped. The blood stopped.
All the demons stared blankly at the empty coffin of the Lion Ancestor, their minds utterly blank.
The Lion Ancestor was rumored to be a descendant of the primordial exotic species, the Nine-Headed Golden Lion. At his peak, he had once touched upon the realm of an Ancient Saint. Seventy thousand years ago, he founded the Lion Camel Kingdom. After dying in battle, he sealed himself within a coffin, leaving it behind as the nation's foundation.
"Please, Lion Ancestor... descend into the world!"
Suppressing the unease in his heart, Gold Horn led the remaining demon generals in devout kowtows before the ancient bronze coffin.
They thought the Lion Ancestor's soul had awakened and was playing hide-and-seek with them.
Every demon held their breath, all movement ceasing as they gazed toward that ancient coffin.
So long as the Lion Ancestor awakened, even if Chu Jiang came in person, they might not be unable to fight him.
But.
The ancient bronze coffin remained silent.
"Please, Lion Ancestor, descend into the world!"
Gold Horn kowtowed again, his voice trembling.
Still, there was no response.
Gold Horn opened his mouth, wanting to say something, yet no sound came out.
"Puh!!"
He violently sprayed a mouthful of blood. The foremost demon general of the Lion Camel Kingdom had actually been angered so badly that his demon essence surged in reverse, his meridians rupturing. His vision went black, and he fell stiffly from the sky.
"Gen... General Gold Horn!!"
"The ancestor... the ancestor was stolen?!"
"Even his bones are gone?!"
The faith of the demon army collapsed.
After a brief daze, the Human Race