Leadership

The demons were half-convinced, half-doubtful, but they could not stop themselves from looking toward the Mother Tree's canopy.

The longer they looked, the colder their hearts became.

The Calamity Envoy was a Deity's incarnation.

Whenever he descended, the Demon Prison Lords personally welcomed him.

Many Demon Prison Lords were themselves merely incarnations, their true bodies Deities in the distant starry sky.

The Calamity Envoy's status stood above the Demon Prison Lords. Over these past years, he had been the true lord of Demon Prison.

Whatever he wanted, all eighteen layers of Demon Prison complied. Even the Orcs, Giant Insects, and Sirens were at his beck and call.

Such a Deity was dead?

No demon believed it.

Anyone who dared say such words would surely suffer divine punishment.

They looked toward Zhou Leng.

Like fire spreading.

Why had the Calamity Envoy not punished him?

Could it really be—

Under the night sky, the owner of the flaming circular blades leaped into the flock like a lion and tiger. It did not resemble battle, but trampling.

Those Demigod incarnations—some wore defensive Demigod Artifacts, while others wielded formidable spells.

In theory, even a Newly Advanced Demigod Realm expert could not possibly kill them all in such a short time.

Yet they had all died.

Some Grandmaster Demons looked toward Zhou Leng's chest and abdomen.

When he had been slaughtering Demigod incarnations earlier, his chest and abdomen had boomed continuously, brilliance flashing.

Now, that radiance was slowly dimming.

What kind of power was that, capable of stirring the bloodline of demons?

Having lost their Mother Insect, the Giant Insects had already gone mad, killing without care for anything else.

The Orcs and Sirens charged forward with gritted teeth.

The demons hesitated, neither daring to stake everything on one throw nor daring to retreat decisively,