"Divine decree!"
The moment Ye Zhen saw the phantom of Ancient Demon God She Wa appear in the sky, his expression turned incomparably grim.
He did not know what kind of inheritance Princess Changle had received from the Barbarian Race, but for it to allow the demon god worshipped by the Barbarian Race to directly descend with a divine decree, it was clearly anything but simple.
The appearance of the divine decree confirmed one thing for Ye Zhen: they were most likely still on the Primordial Continent, only in territory controlled by the Devil Race.
All the Devil Race members present, Devil Race slaves, and human slaves alike knelt toward She Wa's phantom in the sky in utmost reverence, shouting She Wa's divine name. Every Devil Race member, apart from those human slaves with numb expressions, crazily and fervently smashed their foreheads against the ground until blood streamed down their faces.
The influence of a divine decree was plain to see.
Four-armed Naga Tuo knelt and gazed up at the demon god's phantom in the sky. In particular, the phantom of the woman whom the divine decree demanded be captured alive sent a violent tremor through his heart.
Instinctively, he secretly glanced at Princess Changle beside Ye Zhen.
It was not only Four-armed Naga Tuo. Many Devil Race members who had noticed Princess Changle's appearance earlier also instinctively looked toward Ye Zhen.
Ye Zhen's heart abruptly tightened.
The next instant, Ye Zhen casually tossed Princess Changle a cloak and stomped his foot. A ring of azure-green radiance spread in all directions.
"Kill!"
"Other than the slaves under your control, slaughter every last member of the Devil Race!"
"Tuo, have your slaves join the battle. Do not let a single one escape!"
As Ye Zhen's voice rang out, She Wa's phantom