"What? My disciple is dead? How could my disciple possibly be dead? What nonsense are you spreading!"
Bai Ze flew into a rage, smashing the table in front of him to pieces with a single slap.
Seeing him so enraged, the other members of the Demon Race didn't dare approach. They barely dared to breathe.
The main reason the Demon Race had won such a great victory in the battle earlier was his disciple, Li Mo.
How could he possibly be dead?
It was absolutely impossible!
The Heavenly Emperor had said he wasn't dead!
Bai Ze shook his head again and again, refusing to believe it.
Meanwhile, outside Bai Ze's palace, the astrologer Shang Yang and Bai Jiu, the leader of the Qingqiu Fox Clan, arrived together.
"Bai Ze, have you heard? News came from outside saying my son-in-law is dead! They're saying my son-in-law is dead!"
Ignoring the others trying to stop him, Bai Jiu rushed straight inside.
But as soon as he reached Bai Ze, Bai Ze grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up.
"Bai Jiu! Li Mo isn't dead. He won't die! The Heavenly Emperor already said he only went somewhere else."
Bai Ze's eyes were bloodshot. He practically roared the words.
"Strategist! You must stop deluding yourself!"
"Mo Huang hasn't appeared in a long time."
"And the several Demon Emperors have been in seclusion this whole time."
"The news is almost certainly true."
"Besides, considering the spatial collapse back then and Mo Huang's strength, it's unlikely he survived."
Though he didn't want to believe it, Shang Yang could only pry Bai Ze's hand away with a bitter expression.
Bai Ze froze for a moment, then shook his head. "No! I don't believe it. I'm going to ask the Heavenly Emperor myself."
"Strategist, the Heavenly