Many of the Primordial Demon Race's old quasi-Emperors were furious beyond measure. For countless years, they had always been the ones bullying others with their power. Since when had anyone dared to bully the mighty Primordial Demon Race? This was simply the greatest humiliation.
Even though the Primordial Demon Race was no longer at the height of its former glory, and the Primordial Demon Sovereign had already fallen, they had not fallen so low as to be bullied like this.
"He must be killed!"
"Heaven truly has no limits—he dared to extort the Primordial Demon Race. Has he grown tired of living?"
"Kill him!"
For a time, the entire Primordial Demon Race was filled with cries of battle and slaughter. As for fighting at the gates of the Primordial Demon Race, they were not afraid of smashing the place to ruins. This was their stronghold; who knew how many Emperor Lord-level grand formations lay within? No matter how fiercely they fought, it was impossible to destroy their foundation. This was not some splintered minor world like the Central Great World.
Thus, they had nothing to fear. Besides, they had the Devouring Heaven Demon Jar in hand. Though it had been shattered many times, it was still far superior to ordinary divine artifacts. At the very least, the advantage in Ye Xiwen's hands would not be so overwhelming.
They had always been fearless because they had something to rely on.
Ye Xiwen sneered slightly and said, "When I underwent my tribulation, didn't you send people there? Don't think I don't know. I simply did not wish to pursue the matter. Otherwise, did you think this could be so easily forgotten? For Senior Lucifer's sake, as long as you hand over one piece of God Material capable of forging a Dao artifact,