"Damn it!"
At the eighth Sun Altar, Demon Flame Supreme cursed under his breath.
Through his senses, he knew that one of his Genesis Demon Race puppets had already been killed, along with the force controlling the Genesis Demon Race, which had also dissipated.
His expression darkened slightly. Of the eight Genesis Demon Race puppets he had originally brought, only six remained!
What distressed him most was that Mu Qing would not be punished by the Sun Dominator Hall for killing that Genesis Demon Race puppet.
In order to control those Genesis Demon Race puppets, Demon Flame Supreme had deliberately erased the lives of those eight Genesis Demon Race beings. Thus, within the Sun Dominator Hall, the Genesis Demon Race did not count as living beings. Their deaths would not draw the Sun Dominator Hall's attention.
"So it really won't work?"
He murmured softly. He had wanted to coexist peacefully with Mu Qing, only to be refused—and to lose a Genesis Demon Race puppet on top of that.
Still, he knew deep down that such a request had most likely been doomed from the start.
Demon Flame Supreme glanced at an aged figure seated cross-legged beneath the Sun Altar not far away.
Sword Heart Supreme!
Besides him, there were more than fifty other experts. Most were demons, while some came from the Devil Realm, the Holy Realm, or were independent cultivators.
It was clear that no matter how tightly the three realms controlled the entrance to the Sun Dominator Hall, experts would still find their way inside.
At the very least, most of the Supreme experts from the three realms had likely entered. To Supremes, the allure of a Dominator's inheritance was simply too great.
With the Supremes entering the Sun Dominator Hall, the experts from the three realms guarding