Alarm Bells

"Then which Peak Demigods should we send to assassinate him?"

The Demigod Hall suddenly fell silent.

After a while, a Demigod asked, "We need to determine first whether Zhou Leng is now in the Mid Demigod Realm or the Upper Demigod Realm?"

"The informant within the Dragon Clan said he seemed to have only just advanced to the Upper Demigod Realm. Those three punches of his are impossible for a Mid Demigod to unleash."

"If that is the case, we must send at least ten Peak Demigods."

"Will that be enough?"

The gods fell silent again.

In theory, it was enough. In reality, it was very likely not enough.

"Our race currently has roughly a hundred or so Peak Demigods. Sending out twenty should not be a problem, right?"

Some Demigods gently shook their heads. Peak Demigods were the foremost powers of every layer of the Demon Prison, each with their own territories and nations, responsible for countless affairs in their respective layers. Mobilizing twenty of them at once was harder than deploying more than fifty Upper Gods.

Just as the Demon Demigods were discussing matters, a piercing alarm suddenly rang out.

At the same time, the many Demigods sensed a faint, almost imperceptible Demigod aura rapidly approaching the Demigod Hall.

The Demigods froze for an instant. They were neither afraid nor alarmed, neither furious nor enraged. They were simply filled with bewilderment.

Which madman was so blind as to court death?

This was the command headquarters of the Ten Realms War. There were every kind of Demigod here, over a thousand of them.

Deep underground, Peak Demigods were stationed as well.

How could an outsider dare to storm the Demigod Hall?

Whoosh...

A figure flashed past every guard along the way and charged through the main entrance of the