Abyss, Rock River Domain.
Inside an enormous demon cave.
The Rock River Domain Lord sat high upon his seat, like an ancient demon god crouched between heaven and earth, looking down upon all living beings. His bearing and aura radiated dominance and sharp severity.
Below sat a circle of Abyssal Demons.
They were the chiefs of the various large and small tribes under the Rock River Domain's rule, all Great Demon Venerables and Demon Venerables.
"In barely ten years... dozens of tribes have vanished into thin air, yet none of you knew a thing? What the hell are you all good for?"
"Did another domain secretly attack us, or have human experts infiltrated the Rock River Domain to stir up trouble? You must give me an answer today."
The Rock River Domain Lord's fury blazed fiercely.
He practically wanted to strike at once, slapping every last one of these subordinates to death.
Fuck, this was far too humiliating.
In barely ten years, dozens of tribes had been wiped out, yet they knew nothing at all. Even now, they did not know who their enemy was or where they had come from.
It was humiliation beyond measure.
What was worse, ten years ago, word had arrived that the Archaic Demon Venerable Mist Island would come to Patrol the Rock River Domain on behalf of the Demon Emperor. Three days ago, another Message Talisman had arrived, saying that he would reach the Rock River Domain within the next few days.
He had originally intended to host the Archaic Demon Venerable Mist Island properly, so that after Mist Island returned, he might put in a good word for him before the Demon Emperor.
But with something like this happening, what was there left to host the Archaic Demon Venerable Mist Island for?
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