The Qingtian Demon Emperor could tell that Fang Chen had been furious back then. He had even declared that he would make the Qingtian Demon Emperor regret it. But in the Qingtian Demon Emperor's eyes, Fang Chen was just a hotheaded young man. He had never taken him seriously.
What the Qingtian Demon Emperor hadn't expected was for Fang Chen to come to the Elf Continent—and to possess such formidable strength.
The Qingtian Demon Emperor's face darkened. He knew that with someone as powerful as Fang Chen on their side, and with the Elf Race now possessing Heaven Demon Powder and the Demon Devouring Saint Tool, the Devil Race's advantage had vanished. If this continued, it wouldn't be long before they were driven from the Elf Continent.
They had originally planned to conquer the Elf Continent, use it as a springboard, then attack the Barbaric Continent. Now that plan had hit a wall.
Inside the hall, the Demon Emperors all looked to the Qingtian Demon Emperor, waiting for his orders. They knew exactly what the arrival of such a powerful opponent on the Elf Continent battlefield meant for them.
Unless the Devil Race sent an equally powerful expert to keep Fang Chen occupied, they would never advance. They had no way to stop him; he could charge straight into their camps.
The Qingtian Demon Emperor thought for a moment. It wasn't that he didn't want to send his twelve Super Demon Emperors to the Elf Continent. He was simply carrying out something far more important to him right now.
He had thought he could crush the Elf Race without calling on the twelve Super Demon Emperors. Unfortunately, that plan had gone up in smoke.
After weighing the gains and losses, the Qingtian Demon Emperor made his choice. He told the