The whole world had already been thrown into chaos.
The various clans across the land were silent as cicadas in winter. The Taicang King's forceful appearance had frightened everyone. A single Taicang King was enough to wipe them all out.
Many had originally doubted whether the Taicang King had truly returned, but after this incident, no one doubted it any longer.
The Taicang King's descent was not merely something the human race claimed. Many had seen it with their own eyes. Quite a few ancient old monsters who had hidden away for years had been alarmed by that immense aura. Though it vanished after only a fleeting glimpse, they believed they could not possibly be mistaken.
Especially those ancient fiends lurking within the forbidden lands—they were utterly certain that the person who had appeared could only have been the Taicang King.
In the eyes of the various clans, the human race had originally been meat on the chopping block, lambs awaiting slaughter. They did not need to be taken seriously; they merely needed to submit, just like their ancestors had in those distant ages.
Who would have thought that the Taicang King truly still existed? The human race's status immediately became completely different.
While the various clans were frightened into silence, the humans were wildly delighted. They had never expected the Taicang King to truly be alive. To them, there was no news more inspiring than this.
Even though the Taicang King had vanished after a mere fleeting glimpse, that was already enough. The Taicang King had once shaken the world—there could be no mistake. Moreover, the Taicang Seal had been suppressed deep within the royal court, personally guarded by several King Tier experts of the Devil Race. If not for the Taicang King, who could have taken it away?