"I brought three thousand soul demons. Raise the cultivation of all three thousand to the Dao Entry Realm. In addition, I want at least six Spirit-Connecting Realm soul demons and one Mystic Palace Realm soul demon!" Having yielded under inexplicable pressure, branch hall master Saimeng bluntly stated his terms.
"Impossible!"
The Demon Commander Avatar sharply objected. "My cultivation is only at the Mystic Palace Realm. At most, I can raise my people to the peak of the ninth level of the Spirit-Connecting Realm. I cannot raise them to the Mystic Palace Realm!"
"Then the ninth level of the Spirit-Connecting Realm. At least six soul demons at the ninth level of the Spirit-Connecting Realm," Saimeng said coldly.
"That is possible, but it will take time!" After considering it, the Demon Commander Avatar agreed.
"No, it must be now. It has to be now!" Saimeng's attitude was exceedingly forceful on this matter.
Ye Zhen's Demon Commander Avatar howled helplessly. "Then just kill me! In fighting you just now, nearly all my stored power has been exhausted. I simply cannot raise their cultivation!
"I need time to devour a great number of the divine souls of fallen Devil Race warriors before I can gain the ability to raise my people's cultivation!"
"Oh, that is simple. This hundred-thousand-strong main battle legion, along with some slave legions—kill them all. Their divine souls should be enough, shouldn't they?" Saimeng spoke as though discussing something utterly trivial, but Long Nu and the soldiers of his main battle legion turned deathly pale.
"Brothers, it is the servants of the Demon God who have abandoned us, not the Demon God himself! Those willing to follow me, preserve their lives, and continue serving the Demon God, raise your weapons for me!" Long Nu truly deserved to be a fellow with