Mao Zongtian's demonic brows knitted tightly.
A nameless fury rose within him.
It burned fiercer and fiercer.
One man had charged through their ranks.
Nothing could stand in his way.
After all these years,
what worthless trash had he been raising under his command?
Yet,
when he lowered his eyes to survey the scene,
and saw the demon guards' corpses sprawled every which way outside the hall,
he instantly calmed down.
Even from such a great distance,
he could still keenly sense a razor-sharp sword radiance.
That sword radiance shimmered with violet light.
It spread like a dragon.
Its tyranny dominated heaven and earth.
At that moment,
he suddenly realized
that the Ancient Demon Land had suffered such a horrific calamity
perhaps
not because its demon guards were incompetent,
but because the intruder was simply too ferocious.
"Search! Scour the azure heavens above and the Yellow Springs below if you must! Find that man and that demon, tear them into ten thousand pieces, and reclaim the Demon Heart!"
In the end, Mao Zongtian made no further move. His eyes darkened as he gave the order through gritted teeth.
The Dark Demon Heart was the treasure that anchored the Ancient Demon Land.
Within it lay peerless demon runes
and a supreme true spirit.
With the Dark Demon Heart present,
the baleful light and demonic aura throughout the Ancient Demon Land were at least thirty percent denser.
Cultivating in such an environment,
any demonic cultivator
would benefit immensely.
A loss like this
was something no ominous domain,
wherever it might be, would ever let slide.
The true cruelty of the Immortal-Abandoned Land lay in this:
even those who won wondrous treasures in battle
still had to face a thousand calamities and ten thousand hardships.
Retaliation from ominous domains, plunder by other territories,