The atmosphere inside the Devil Ancestor Hall was grim.
When Haotian and the other two entered the hall with the deacons, dozens of people had already gathered inside.
The Outer Layer Deacons, trusted Mid-level subordinates, and Demon Generals stood in two orderly rows according to their cultivation levels, all with solemn expressions.
Moluo sat as usual upon the throne, but faint currents of light moved across the blood mark between his brows. Clearly, his emotions were not as calm as he appeared.
In the center of the hall, a black-robed cultivator knelt.
The demonic aura around him was in disarray. His clothes were tattered, and a sword wound across his shoulder blade was deep enough to expose bone. The wound still held traces of a fierce Water Element Magic Power.
He bowed his head to the ground, not daring to look up.
"Say it again." Moluo spoke in his usual gentle voice, yet everyone present felt a chill in their hearts.
The black-robed cultivator trembled as he replied, "R-reporting to the Alliance Leader, three days ago, the East Sea Dragon Palace launched a surprise attack on our East Pole Island Branch."
"The East Sea Dragon King personally led three hundred Dragon Clan Elites. Three Dragon Clan Elders at the Taiyi Realm also took part."
"Branch Master Demon Shadow led our people in resistance. They fought bitterly for a day and a night... The Branch Master fell. Of the branch's seventy-three disciples, only this subordinate and two others broke through..."
Moluo closed his eyes, as if suppressing something.
"What about Demon Shadow?"
"Lord Demon Shadow... his corpse was taken by the Dragon Clan." The black-robed cultivator stayed prostrate and dared not move. "They say they intend to hang it in front of the Dragon Palace as a warning to others."
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