Old Demon lay prostrate on the ground, his body trembling like a sieve.
He could clearly feel the gazes hidden in the darkness, scraping across his body like icy blades.
Outside, he was a mighty being who made countless human tribes and demons flee at the mere mention of his name,
but here, before these truly ancient and terrifying existences,
he was as humble as an ant.
His life and death probably would not even cause the slightest ripple in their eyes.
Time slowly passed amid utmost terror and unease, every breath as long as a century.
Old Demon felt as though he was about to be crushed apart by that invisible pressure.
Finally!
The Dark Abyss that seemed capable of devouring everything slowly stirred.
A vast, indifferent will, as though it had risen from the deepest reaches of the netherworld, instantly drowned out all the whispers,
making the entire dark mountain range tremble!
"Ming Yu is dead?"
There was little emotion in that voice, as though it were confirming some trivial matter.
Old Demon shuddered violently and lowered his head even further.
"Yes, yes! Your Majesty! That human, Li Xuanxiao..."
"Enough."
The voice interrupted him, still indifferent.
"Wipe out the human territory in the south. Leave no tribe, no sect—not even chickens or dogs."
A death sentence had pronounced the fate of tens of millions of humans in the south!
"Use their blood and souls... to mourn my daughter."
As the words fell, the whispers in the darkness instantly turned into excited, bloodthirsty growls and roars, as though countless savage beasts had caught the opening scent of a bloody feast.
Old Demon swallowed.
King Ming truly did not care much about Princess Ming Yu herself.
What he cared about was that someone had dared challenge his supreme majesty!
Someone