The Emperor of the Night Was Destined for Tragedy

"You sly little brat." The Emperor of the Night cursed in exasperation, but there was nothing he could do about Lei Dong's actions. After all, although his strength far surpassed Lei Dong's, his underlings were an army of Mind Devourers with incomplete minds.

If the two sides fought a head-on battle, the Emperor of the Night was absolutely confident he could beat Lei Dong's allied forces until they were crawling on the ground. But that brat Lei Dong was exceedingly crafty and had made full use of his advantages. If things continued like this, sooner or later Lei Dong would use his enormous stores of Chaos Spirit Qi to build an army far superior to the Emperor of the Night's.

Poor Emperor of the Night. He had to devise every strategy and direct every maneuver all by himself. Unlike Lei Dong, who could summon a whole crowd of advisors to discuss strategy and tactics with him. And at his side, he had a group of clever, thoughtful experts.

The Emperor of the Night felt a little regretful that he hadn't wiped Lei Dong out before his wings had grown strong. Still, it wasn't as if the Emperor of the Night had no real trump card. In the place he had made his lair, he slowly took out a communication formation that had been sealed away for a long time.

In Lei Dong's base, inside a hastily constructed fortress, Mei'er's snow-white skin and bewitching, demon-like beauty trembled faintly. A bitter smile appeared on her face. The communication spirit talisman had been silent for a long time, but at last it began to quiver. Had this day finally come?

With trembling hands, she took out the talisman and infused it with true essence. It glowed softly, and rays of light in