In the sky, a six-winged Winged Beast glided steadily through the heights, its flight incomparably smooth.
More than a thousand of Seventh Crown Prince Cong Yun's personal guards stood densely packed atop its massive body, while Devil Race legions flew in orderly formation along the Winged Beast's flanks.
Winged Beasts were a branch of the Devil Race's Winged Demons.
Among the Devil Race's Winged Demons, some were born with naturally feeble intelligence and behaved much like beasts. Yet their strength could be increased through constant consumption of flesh and blood, reaching as high as the World King Realm Ninth Heaven Peak.
Thus, these astonishingly swift Winged Beasts had become mounts for the Devil Race's distinguished figures.
At the center of the Winged Beast's back stood a hundred-meter-wide reclining couch that shimmered with Spiritual Light. Seventh Crown Prince Cong Yun sat slumped in the middle of the brocade couch, his eyes half-lidded.
The battle in the Demon Soul Realm over a year ago was regarded by Seventh Crown Prince Cong Yun as the greatest humiliation of his life.
Ever since he had emerged into the world, he had never been so wretched, never suffered such pain, and never lost face so utterly.
Although he had made fierce threats, once he returned, the sight of his bedraggled state that day still spread.
For a time, he became the laughingstock among several of his brothers.
It had even slightly affected his reputation, exerting a small influence on his bid for the Demon Emperor's throne.
This infuriated Seventh Crown Prince Cong Yun beyond measure. He wished he could tear Ye Zhen into ten thousand pieces.
In the Demon Soul Realm, Ye Zhen possessed a World Controlling Spirit Treasure and could borrow the power of the Demon Soul Realm's Heaven and Earth Laws against him.