More than half a month had passed since Xiong Ba slew the two True Devils. Over those days, the Kunwu Battlefield had been terrifyingly dead silent.
The Abyss Demon God's frenzied retaliation, which everyone had expected, never came.
Xiong Ba's burly figure stood atop a mountain peak. His golden pupils looked down upon the shattered land below, his brows twisted into a knot.
"What's going on? Have those demon brats changed their ways?"
He spoke in a deep, booming voice filled with confusion.
Two True Devils had died, and they had been "instantly killed" in full view of everyone.
By the nature of those lunatics from the Abyss, shouldn't they have unleashed an all-out demonic tide, one that would not rest until death, and turned the entire Kunwu Battlefield upside down by now?
How had they lowered their banners and fallen silent?
"Clan Leader, the scouts report that there has been no movement from the Abyss Demon God's main camp. They have even... even withdrawn three hundred thousand li."
An expert of the Beast Sacred Spirit Clan flew forward and reported in a low voice, his tone carrying a strange note as well.
"They withdrew?"
Xiong Ba froze for a moment, then burst into earthshaking laughter.
"Hahahaha! They chickened out! We scared them witless!"
He slapped his thigh, and the confusion on his face vanished, replaced by incomparable confidence and Zhang Kuang.
"I told you! What fucking Abyss? Before the three second-rank Great Saints of my clan, they're nothing but a pack of clay chickens and pottery dogs!"
To him, the course of events could not have been simpler.
Those bastards from the Abyss had ambushed the Beast Sacred Spirit Clan first, so they had been in the wrong from the start.
Now that he had arrived in person with