"Who knew whether this was a human trick, meant to make us lower our guard!"
Before he could finish speaking, he was horrified to discover that someone had appeared before him at some point. The man wore white robes and stood straight as a spear. Just one glance was enough to make immense pressure well up in his heart.
"Jiang... Jiang Taixuan?"
Jiang Shu's name rang loud throughout the Demon Race. Many demons had never even heard the names of the human Supreme Sect Masters, yet they had heard of Jiang Shu. His portrait had spread across the Demon Race continent, where he was said to be a Slaughter Star descended from the heavens.
He turned to flee, but was killed in an instant. Only a wisp of his remnant soul survived, and Jiang Shu seized it in his hand, learning what had happened during this period.
The human Dao Venerables had made their move, forcibly shattering the barrier between the Two Worlds. Human experts with profound foundations had entered the fray and fought a world-shaking battle against the Demon Venerables.
No one knew who had won or lost, but afterward, the human race had pushed straight ahead, entering the Chaotic Demon Sea and engaging the Demon Race in a stalemate.
The Demon Race's morale had already crumbled completely.
And it wasn't just that their morale was low. Several rebellions had broken out within the Demon Race. Some said that the Demon Race's defeat at human hands was a foregone conclusion, so there was no point in resisting to the bitter end. They might as well surrender outright; perhaps the humans would spare them, seeing that the Demon Race knew what was good for it.
But such talk was nothing more than a joke.
How could the Demon Race possibly