Chaos Ancient Demon Race Ancestral Land.
An ancient palace, black from head to toe, stood silently amid the mountains.
Demonic clouds churned above the palace, and hazy demon shadows flickered in and out among the clouds. The aura they gave off made even the surrounding space grow heavy.
This was the Ancient Demon Ancestral Hall.
Only when something major happened to the race, or when matters concerning the future of the Ancient Devil Race were involved, would this hall open.
At this moment.
The Ancestral Hall was already filled with Ancient Devil Race experts.
Devil Ancestor Luo Mu sat at the very front.
He wore a dark golden robe. His face was aged, yet his pitch-black eyes were like two bottomless abysses. There was not the slightest fluctuation of blood essence around him, but the First Demon aura within the Ancestral Hall slowly circulated with him at its center.
Cao Tianyuan sat to Luo Mu's right.
Besides them, the masters of every branch of the Ancient Devil Race, as well as several ancient ancestors who had remained in seclusion for years, had all gathered in the Ancestral Hall.
Everyone's gaze fell upon the center of the hall.
Cao Mo stood there.
He had already changed into a black robe, and the injury on his chest had been temporarily stabilized with the Ancient Devil Race's healing resources. Yet his face remained pale, his arms hung at his sides, and his aura was far weaker than it had been when he fought Jiang Hao.
The Ancestral Hall fell silent for a moment.
An Ancient Devil Race ancestor was the first to speak.
"Even after activating the First Demon Bloodline and using the First Demon World-Destroying Fist, he still lost."
Someone beside him slowly shook his head and said gravely, "The power Jiang