"That makes sense!"
Aura looked enlightened, her gaze toward Varimathras gaining a few more traces of admiration.
Varimathras naturally found this quite gratifying.
Taking advantage of the moment, he drew himself up and spoke to the demon elders behind him:
"The Demon King has spoken, so what are you elders still standing around for?"
"Pick two or three suitable candidates and hurry after him..."
The demon elders were quite displeased by Varimathras's arrogant attitude.
Moreover, they had yet to figure out the situation and did not dare act rashly.
Thus, they all seemed rooted to the spot for a moment, with no one responding.
Seeing this, Varimathras's expression instantly darkened. Two jets of air burst from his nostrils as he snorted coldly.
"What? Has this demon elder's word stopped carrying any weight?"
"Or do you all have better ideas? Ideas good enough to ignore the Demon King's orders?"
The demon elders fell even more silent.
It was not difficult to see that Varimathras was clearly no longer the greenhorn who had just joined the Council of Elders.
During his time working under Hangenor, he had learned how to use the Demon King's status to pressure others and borrow a tiger's might.
With no one responding, Varimathras was not particularly flustered. Instead, he remained quite composed.
He had long expected this reaction. Asking the question had merely been a way to publicly declare his stance and attitude of following the Demon King.
As long as the upheaval that had just occurred was not a fundamental shift in the rules, as long as the Demon Domain would not be destroyed the next second, then this was still Hangenor's era!
As long as the great upheaval had not brought destruction, it would surely bring enormous opportunities in the future!
In Hangenor's era, how