The Primordial Violet Gold List's strength rankings sure were crowded.
Who knew how fierce the competition would get in the end?
Take powerhouses like the Ten Great Demon Sages, for example.
They had only barely made it into the seventies or eighties. Moving up any further would clearly be difficult.
As the people of the Primordial World discussed this,
the Great Dao Script in the sky and the enormous image finally vanished.
The people of the Primordial World breathed a sigh of relief.
Then they looked up at the sky once more.
A new golden glow had already appeared overhead.
The people of the Primordial World were fired up all over again.
They all wanted to see which powerhouse would appear next.
Would it be the last of the Ten Great Demon Sages?
The only one among them who hadn't made the list yet was Ying Zhao.
He was the foremost of the Ten Great Demon Sages.
His reputation was especially great.
He was known by the honored title of Demon Marshal.
He commanded the myriad demons of the demon race.
He was, in every sense, the demon race's great general.
To be precise, his status was no lower than that of the leaders.
The highest-ranking members of the demon race were those few.
Demon Emperor Di Jun, Eastern Emperor Taiyi, and Demon Emperor Fuxi.
They were the three highest-ranking emperors of the demon race.
Besides the three of them, there was also Demon Master Kunpeng, who had always roamed freely between heaven and earth.
Kunpeng wasn't particularly devoted to the demon race, so his status was slightly lower.
Then, apart from those four,
the highest-ranking figure was Demon Marshal Ying Zhao.
Would that fellow be next?
If it really was him,
then all Ten Great Demon Sages would have