But on his aged face, as gnarled as a dead tree, anger rose beyond his control.
"Good. Very good."
"Attacking my grandson was bad enough. You even dared to join forces to deceive me, then attack my clan."
"You've done very well indeed!"
As the Ghost Child Clan Ancestor spoke with bitter malice, his gaze drifted unconsciously to the burly, dark-faced man in his hand.
If this wretch had not gone to the Ghost Child Clan Grounds to bring him the news, he would at most have sent a few clan experts to help Ghost Child and the others, even if they were in danger. He would never have gone himself.
Unfortunately, it was too late for regrets.
The decisive Ghost Child Clan Ancestor did not dwell on it. A terrifying demonic aura erupted from his body.
He easily crushed every bone in the burly man's body, though he left him barely alive.
Then the Ghost Child Clan Ancestor slowly turned and sped toward the Ghost Child Clan Grounds without looking back.
By his senses, every living being connected to him—or rather, to the Dao-Merging Grounds—had perished.
But the Dao-Merging Grounds remained, and so did he, a powerful Tribulation-Crossing Pseudo-Immortal Heavenly Demon.
At worst, he would capture more female demons and spend some time sowing his seed.
Sooner or later, the continent where the Ghost Child Clan Grounds stood would regain its former prosperity.
Meanwhile, within the Ghost Child Clan Grounds.
"Are they all dead?"
Luo Yi closed his eyes and sent out his divine sense, sweeping it across the devastated continent below.
Only after confirming that not a single Ghost Child demon had survived did he raise his hand in satisfaction and leave the words "Chen Changqing of Xuantian Tower was here" where the clan's settlement had once