In the Heavenly Demon Imperial City, at the Three Emperors Hall, Ning Chen arrived. Not far away, Xuan Que arrived as well. Their gazes brushed past one another, with no further exchange.
Before the imperial halls, demonic qi churned. Demonic clouds blanketed the entire sky, obscuring the blazing sun above the nine heavens.
Below, before the two imperial halls, the immortal traces of the emperors stood. Their peerless pressure warped heaven and earth, draining color from the years.
"Greetings, Demonic Emperors."
The two bowed and spoke respectfully.
Before the two imperial halls, the Seven Luminaries Demonic Emperor and Eight Desolations Demonic Emperor looked at the pair below and said, "Ninth, Thirteenth, are you willing to lead troops into battle?"
"For the great cause of our clan, we will not hesitate to die."
Xuan Que and Ning Chen bowed as they answered.
"Very good."
The Seven Luminaries Demonic Emperor said in a deep voice, "Across the five battlefields, our clan is currently at a disadvantage everywhere. Not long ago, Commander-in-Chief Xuan Mo led the Imperial Guards to the western front, while Xuan Qing has led troops to reinforce the southeastern battlefield. Of the remaining three battlefields, the Witch Clan's northern offensive is by far the fiercest. Which of you is willing to go?"
Below the stone steps, Ning Chen and Xuan Que exchanged glances. Neither spoke.
The northern Witch Clan had dispatched all Twelve Witch Queens. Their strength was astonishing, and it was undoubtedly the most brutal of the three battlefields.
"Xuan Que."
Before the Three Emperors Hall, the Eight Desolations Demonic Emperor said, "I grant you the Nine Kings Pearl. Are you willing to march to the northern frontier for the Heavenly Demon Royal Clan?"
Below, Xuan Que's expression trembled at those words. Struggle flashed through his eyes several times,