Hearing this, Wang Wu sighed inwardly as well. This battle had apparently nearly crippled the Southern Wilderness Demon Race. Yet judging by how Princess Lark had rushed back in such a panic, another wave of power reshuffling was likely about to sweep through the Southern Wilderness Demon Race.
With that thought, he asked, "What is the situation with that Right Demon Emperor?"
"Humph! An old fox, cunning and utterly unreasonable! When we attacked Wu Shui City, during the sweep through the outer regions and the richest human estates, the Right Demon Emperor and its legion were as fierce as dragons and tigers. But when it came time to storm Wu Shui City, they started cutting corners and shirking work, even wanting to withdraw at one point. If not for my father and Uncle Divine Martial Turning the Tide and gritting their teeth to hold on, who knows what the outcome of this siege would have been."
"Now that Wu Shui City has fallen, that old bastard has perked up again. It actually encouraged its fifth son to propose marriage to me! How hateful!"
By the time Princess Lark reached this point, she was practically shaking with rage.
Wang Wu also found it absurd. He knew that the Southern Wilderness was vast. From Xuanwu King City northward, it spanned some one hundred and fifty thousand li; from west to east, it stretched over a hundred thousand li as well.
With such a vast territory, the existence of two Demon Emperors was not a hereditary system. Rather, whoever advanced to the First Grade was qualified to call themselves a Demon Emperor.
The Peacock Clan of the Left Demon Emperor could be considered one clan with three Demon Emperors. They were an old-established Ancient Blood Demon Race of the Southern Wilderness.
That Right