Wutian Devil Lord and the demon generals were filled with gratitude, looking at Yang Tianni as though he were their own admirer.
They suddenly realized that in this boundless darkness, this man actually carried light within him.
Since ancient times, gods and devils had never been able to coexist. Whenever they met, they fought to the death, an age-old blood feud carved into their bones.
Yet this man before them was the Number One of the Asura Divine Realm. Over the past year, he had never laid a hand on any of them. More importantly, he had just sympathized with what they had suffered!
The cultivators of the demon realm were moved to tears.
Everyone believed they were utterly wicked, killing without batting an eye, but they had their fragile side too.
"Why are you crying?"
Hearing sobs rise from the densely packed crowd, Yang Tianni was quite puzzled.
Wutian Devil Lord hurriedly looked at Yang Tianni and said, "Lord Divine Lord, when you said we deserved a place of our own with light, they were all moved to tears by those words!"
"Oh, I just said it casually. I didn't expect it to hurt you this badly." Yang Tianni smiled faintly.
"Hmph, Lord Divine Lord is clearly cold on the outside and warm within. Beneath that iron-blooded, domineering exterior lies a gentle heart that pities all beings," said a voluptuous demoness in the crowd, half huffing and half coquettish.
"You are a soft-hearted god!"
"That's right, a soft-hearted god!"
"A soft-hearted god!"
Suddenly, all ten thousand demon generals raised their fists and shouted at Yang Tianni.
The corner of Yang Tianni's mouth twitched slightly as he looked at the demons. "Stop flattering me. You're only afraid of my fists."
The demons: "..."
"We can't go any farther. If we