The Nether Demon Lord stared deeply into the pitch-black void behind the starship, his thoughts unknowable.
Yet judging from his somewhat unstable aura, it was clear that his heart was in a state of extreme turmoil.
They were facing a Void Exotic Beast whose strength was inferior to theirs, yet which could still chase them into such a sorry flight.
The Nether Demon Lord was surely somewhat unwilling to accept this, and the situation before him made it even harder for him to swallow.
After all, the person who had just died was a direct-line Divine Realm expert whom he had spent considerable effort cultivating.
If he wanted to control the Devil Race, or even the entire Nether Realm, he absolutely needed such direct-line forces.
The Nether Demon Lord knew that the failure of this invasion of the Human Realm had already diminished his reputation and prestige considerably.
After returning, he would certainly have to carry out a powerful suppression campaign before the Nether Realm could settle down once more.
And he would need a great deal of manpower to accomplish that.
Every loss of one of his direct-line Divine Realm experts would reduce his control by another measure.
Moreover, his control over the entire Devil Race had never been particularly strong.
Although this invasion of the Human Realm had also caused the other six clans to lose their four most powerful clan leaders,
it was estimated that there would be even fewer acts of opposition from the other six clans afterward.
Furthermore, those two clans had lost many of their elites because of this.
Their desire to resist would probably be even weaker.
Ever since he had taken the position of Devil Lord, people had always judged him in secret, saying that he was the weakest Devil Lord among