The night before last, he destroyed the Spirit-Nullifying Stone site and framed the Horned Demon clan. The Blood Demons and one branch of the Horned Demons argued for an entire day and even came to blows. By now, the conflict had only intensified.
Last night, he entered the Martial Saint Sacred Family and, under a Demon Venerable's protection, entered the Martial Saint Pavilion.
Tonight, he emerged from the Martial Saint Pavilion and used a single Troop-Mobilizing Pot to throw the Demon Realm stretching ten thousand miles beyond the border into chaos. He had even killed a Demon Venerable!
What kind of terrifying existence was a Demon Venerable? A single Demon Venerable could keep Guancheng from knowing peace for a thousand years. Throughout the Human Race World, everyone wanted to kill one, yet the royal bounty system offered no reward for killing Demon Venerables. Why? Because it was simply impossible. Offering a reward for something impossible would only cheapen the gravity of the bounty.
But Lin Su had done it!
He could not have done it through his own power alone, but with the Troop-Mobilizing Pot's peculiar abilities, he had succeeded!
For he understood one truth well: when two forces were balanced, even an ant could overturn the scales.
Just as in the Dragon Clan's forbidden ground that day, the Blood Coffin and the Dinghai Bell had faced off for ten thousand years, locked in balance. With one light touch from this ant, a Saint had died!
If even a Saint could be killed, what the hell was a Demon Venerable?
Jiang Yun walked beside him, treading beneath the moon.
They were nearing Guancheng. The boundless demonic fog had dispersed, and beneath a moon like water, two figures strolled home.
Yet her heart was anything but tranquil.
My body was still