Just as Little White and the others were looting.
Outside Vine Palace.
The eight thousand vine demon guards had been all but wiped out beneath absolute crushing force, leaving only scattered remnants.
All six demon gods had fallen.
Within a mountain forest.
Rumble!
Wang Chao and Ma Han joined forces, sending Little Vine King crashing from the sky with a single move, blood spraying wildly from him.
Blade light and blood-shadow.
They nearly drowned the earth, threatening to tear Little Vine King to pieces.
"Ah... mm... ah!"
Little Vine King resisted frantically, but under the two men's combined assault, he had no strength to fight back and could only scream without end.
Pfft!
Bang!
His demon body was blasted thousands of meters away and embedded in a mountainside. His aura was feeble; he had suffered grievous injuries.
"Bastards! You have destroyed Thousand Vine Poison Forest. When the Peng Emperor emerges from seclusion, he will not spare you!" Little Vine King's eyes burned with rage. His subordinates had all been slaughtered, and with only himself left, he had no power to turn the tide.
Clang!
He barely managed to crawl out of the mountainside.
Clearly, only the Peng Emperor, foremost among the Eight Kings, could help them recover their dignity. As for himself, there was no hope.
"Peng Emperor? Are you talking about him?" A Demon Suppressing General took out a piece of roasted Peng Emperor meat. Tender and crispy, it was utterly delectable with every bite. He smiled at Little Vine King as he bit into it.
Little Vine King's pupils contracted. Sensing the lingering aura upon it, his heart trembled. Had the invincible Peng Emperor died?
"No, impossible!"
"I don't believe it! The Peng Emperor was invincible in the Heavenly God Realm. Who could kill him?!"
Yet the aura