"The first question."
Demon King Qin spoke slowly, his gaze sweeping over the giant snake whose head was pinned to the ground.
"Where did that snake come from?"
The next second, Guangguai's lips loosened, and he regained the ability to speak.
This time, he did not ramble. Instead, he answered concisely:
"It crawled out of the cave."
Qin: "I'm asking about its origins."
Guangguai: "I don't know, but it is closely connected to that quasi-Demon King corpse."
"After I took control of the quasi-Demon King corpse, I was able to sense the giant snake's existence. It seemed to have been lying dormant underground the whole time."
As he spoke, he extended a small, lotus-root-like arm and pointed at Li Yun's corpse standing with its hands hanging at its sides not far away.
Demon King Qin's lips curled in satisfaction as he continued, "So they are both under your control now?"
Guangguai nodded. "Yes, but I have no way to fully control the Blood Sea Devours Demons divine ability."
At that point, Demon King Qin suddenly fell silent, a contemplative look appearing on his face.
He began recalling that challenge from three hundred and twenty years ago.
Guangguai merely stared coldly at him, saying nothing more.
He was utterly unlike the grinning, long-winded figure he had been earlier.
The other demons remained silent as well, exchanging only occasional glances.
Among those silent exchanges of looks, the most intense came from the three Demon Princes—Dai Li, Arthas, and Ner'zhul.
Perhaps Guangguai's earlier nonsensical remarks had ignited the fire in her heart.
Or perhaps Demon King Qin had seen through her intentions, leaving her embarrassed.
In any case, Dai Li was in a terrible mood!
If not for the Demon King and the many demon elders being present, she truly wanted to swing