Devil Race, Myriad Saints Mountain.
Devil Emperor Ami Hao appeared once more before the quiet room atop Myriad Saints Mountain. Just as he was about to knock, Prophet Demon Master Ba Yan suddenly appeared and blocked him.
Ami Hao looked haggard today, his entire body brimming with baleful intent. Blocked by Ba Yan, his single eye snapped wide as he was about to flare up.
Prophet Demon Master Ba Yan merely sighed softly. "Ever since Master suffered that backlash, he has not stepped out of the quiet room. Whether we brought food, pills, or anything else, there has been no response. He should be in seclusion, healing his wounds."
At those words, Devil Emperor Ami Hao grew anxious. "The Great Zhou army is advancing with terrifying momentum. In just three months, they have dealt our armies four crushing defeats in succession. Whether Demon Gods or ordinary soldiers, our forces have suffered grievous losses.
"If this continues, the Great Zhou army may truly reach Myriad Saints City."
Prophet Demon Master Ba Yan fell silent, then stepped aside. "Your Majesty, try for yourself. See whether Master responds..."
"Speak. This old man is awake." A weak voice suddenly sounded from within the quiet room.
Devil Emperor Ami Hao and Prophet Demon Master Ba Yan both looked toward the quiet room in delighted surprise, their faces filled with joy.
Ami Hao took several deep breaths and steadied his emotions before speaking. "Master, the Great Zhou army is advancing with terrifying momentum.
"Ye Zhen's Zhenhai Army is exceptionally formidable, and that Iron Blood Legion is even more frighteningly powerful. Moreover, the Sacred Priests accompanying the Great Zhou army are extraordinarily strong.
"This time, our race has truly reached the brink of life and death. I beg Master for guidance." As he spoke, Devil Emperor Ami