Those were three Demon Ancestors. There were only ten or so Demon Ancestors in the entire Ten Thousand Demon Lair, and of the ones she knew about, more than five had died directly or indirectly at Luo Yi's hands.
Demon Ancestors stood so high above ordinary people that hearing their names could stop a child crying at night.
Yet in his hands, killing them seemed as easy as stepping on three ants by the roadside.
At the thought, Xue Bingxuan edged closer to Luo Yi, doing her best to hide her shock and worry.
At the same time, another strange thought arose in her mind.
People had always called Leng Ningshuang, the Dao Alliance's Senior Sister, a god of slaughter.
The uproar she had caused in the Ten Thousand Demon Lair while investigating the death of a disciple had spread far and wide.
But by comparison, Luo Yi had quietly sent more than half the Lair's Demon Ancestors to their deaths. Even now, when he had admitted it himself, no one present could grasp what that meant.
Five Demon Ancestors had died one after another in just a few years. The Ten Thousand Demon Lair would do more than go mad—it would come for Luo Yi's life.
"Is there anything we should do in advance?"
The more Leng Ningshuang thought about it, the more alarmed she became. She realized what kind of trap awaited them.
If everything Luo Yi had said was true, the demons remaining in the Ten Thousand Demon Lair no longer had the strength to suppress those vital sites of the Elder Tianyan Sect.
Naturally, they could not stay in the Lair and wait for him to attack them again.
*The day the demons pour out of the Lair, life is laid waste, and the land falls