Ten Thousand Demon Cave, Fourth Lair, Alchemy Pavilion!
Several Demon Ancestors stood at full alert, staring solemnly at the searing Light Barrier before them.
With them standing guard, it was little different from having the White Crane Ancestor there in person.
So long as they could hold off an enemy attacking from the shadows for a moment, the other nine Demon Ancestors in the Ten Thousand Demon Lair would hear the commotion and rush to their aid.
But just as they watched the Light Barrier without blinking, preventing any creature without permission from entering—
A leopard demon covered in markings, stationed at the far end of the group, had its throat seized by a figure who suddenly appeared at its post.
Before it could even resist, the intruder tossed it aside like a piece of garbage.
"Enemy attack!"
A fellow Demon Ancestor of comparable strength had died so easily, without even a chance to fight back.
The remaining Demon Ancestors immediately let out piercing roars, hoping to make enough noise to summon the other Demon Ancestors.
Yet the roars lasted only an instant before they all fell silent, as though a huge hand had clamped around each of their throats.
"When you shouted about an enemy attack, were you referring to This Ancestor?"
A lion over ten yards tall, its body ablaze with scorching flames, looked down at them. It seemed ready to take their lives if their answer displeased it.
"Mad Lion Ancestor, we were only following the White Crane Ancestor's orders. We were too cautious, that's why...!"
After offering that explanation, the Demon Ancestors retreated again and again. Only once they had put a safe distance between themselves and the lion
did they dare raise their heads and take a careful look at the lion that had suddenly