"Yes, Qiangliang will obey!"
After hearing Dijiang's command, Qiangliang immediately led the Thunder Witch Tribe onward, thunder roaring as they headed toward the Primordial Demon Ruins.
Behind them, Dijiang pondered for a moment, then furrowed his brow slightly. "The Demon Court has only just been established, but its momentum is immense. If it protects East King Duke, Qiangliang may have trouble killing him!"
Zhurong's anger flared. He hurried forward, cupped his fists, and shouted, "Brother, Zhurong is willing to share your burden and join you in ambushing East King Duke!"
Gonggong's fighting spirit also ignited. "Brother, I'm willing to go too and fight!"
Dijiang nodded. "Good. You two will follow the Thunder Witch Tribe into battle! Remember, do not enter the Primordial Demon Ruins to fight!"
The Demon Race now had several Quasi-Saint-level leaders commanding them. Unless the Ancestral Witches made ample preparations and brought out their full forces, two or three Ancestral Witches alone wouldn't be enough to deal with them.
Dijiang's goal was simple: he was targeting East King Duke and wanted to kill him as a sacrifice to rally the troops.
Qiangliang's tribe eventually stopped to the east of the Demon Ruins, a thousand li from them.
He had the tribe members spread out in all directions and wait for East King Duke to emerge from the Primordial Demon Ruins!
Inside the Primordial Demon Ruins, the Demon Race's five great leaders were overjoyed by East King Duke's arrival and celebrated lavishly.
Since becoming the foremost of the male immortals, East King Duke had never before received such respect. His heart, too, was filled with joy.
They drank and toasted one another, and just like that, several decades passed.
During those decades, led by the Demon Ancestor, they had held a gathering of ten thousand demons and decided