"They're almost here."
Xiao Qingtian spoke suddenly, his gaze turning toward the distant horizon.
Su Ye sensed it too. A vast surge of Demonic Energy was approaching fast, making no attempt to hide itself, like a column of smoke rising against the night.
"Grandpa, if I kill too many of them, do you think those three Demon Gods will get so angry they'll charge straight at me?"
Su Ye asked suddenly.
Xiao Qingtian glanced at him.
"That depends on how sturdy Ian's Formation is. But... kill as many as you like. If anything goes wrong, Grandpa's got your back."
Su Ye immediately felt safe, and his Fighting Spirit soared.
"Got it! Just watch me! I guarantee you'll be happy with the results!"
At the vanguard of the Demon Race Fleet, inside a pitch-black Main Ship a hundred zhang long and shaped like a hideous skull,
the Three Demon Gods sat around a Bone Table.
Great Axe Demon God Edmund was tipping a jar of Crimson Demon Wine into his mouth. He gulped it down, wiped his lips, and cursed.
"Damn it! What rotten luck! Twenty-three Demon Kings! They went to capture one little bird princess and got wiped out? Not even a message made it back? Since when did the Winged Human Race have that kind of backbone?"
Phantom Demon God Felix gently swirled the Crystal Cup in his hand, his voice soft and silky.
"It is unexpected. According to Calvin's earlier intelligence, the Winged Human King was gravely injured. His people should not have been capable of mounting such an effective counterattack... Unless we underestimated Ian, the 'King of Space Leap,' or the news of the Winged Human King's Injuries... was a deception?"
Night Demon God Lucille sat quietly in the shadows. Tight leather armor traced her striking curves,