Three Imperial Cities had become a swirling storm of winds and clouds. Ning Chen had returned to Thirteenth Prince's Manor several days ago, yet the entire imperial city was strangely calm—a calm so deep it made hearts pound with unease.
The Luan Clan had vanished, and all of Three Peril Mountain had become scorched earth. Everyone believed the Luan Clan had been exterminated, and their fear of the Heavenly Demon Royal Clan deepened all the more.
Four Demonic Emperors presided over the Primeval Demonic Realm, silencing the world. Though the hundred clans were furious, none dared make a move.
Within the Heavenly Demon Ancestral Land, the air seemed frozen. The failed campaign against the Luan Clan had made the atmosphere there exceptionally heavy. One King after another, sealed within demonic source, received the news, their hearts filled with incomprehension.
"The Luan Clan has only one King Realm combatant, the Luan King. With both the Messenger Envoy and the Southern Command Envoy taking action, how could they have failed?" one King asked in a deep voice.
"The exact circumstances are still unclear. According to the secret reports sent back, our Heavenly Demon Royal Clan suffered grievous losses in this battle. Not only was the Southern Command Envoy killed, but not one of the three thousand Netherworld Army soldiers survived," the second King said solemnly.
"How strange."
Doubt arose in the hearts of the Kings. The Underworld Army was the Heavenly Demon Royal Clan's most powerful force. Their cultivation was at least above the Immortal-Treading realm, and there were no few Mortal Realm experts among them. To wipe them out completely would be difficult even for King Realm combatants.
"There is no need to speculate further. An unknown expert intervened in the battle against the Luan Clan."
At that moment, a majestic