Demon Capital Center.
Outskirts of Demon King Ridge.
One Hundred Eight Pillar Demon Elder Council Hall.
Dai Li and Liu Wenjian stood in the center of the grand hall, waiting quietly with calm expressions.
The demon prince Guangguai, who was barely half a meter tall, was like a curious corgi, touching this and looking at that, never still for even a moment.
The demon elders led by Skull and Thousand Faces, on the other hand, looked tense and uneasy.
One moment, they looked worriedly at Dai Li and Liu Wenjian.
The next, they looked disdainfully at Guangguai.
They clearly wanted to speak with one another, but given the current situation, they could not bring themselves to open their mouths.
All they could do was endure the agony of waiting, counting the passage of time second by second on their fingers.
Fortunately, the Demon King did not take too long.
Just as Guangguai was preparing for the seventh time to climb one of the hall's pillars and see whether he could pry out two of the six-eyed gargoyle's decorative eyeballs to swipe them, Qin finally appeared.
The demonic energy drifting throughout the council hall abruptly converged, forming an olive-shaped cocoon three meters tall and two meters wide.
In an instant, the cocoon split open, and that immensely oppressive figure stepped out from within.
His cold, indifferent double pupils swept across the hall, passing one by one over Skull, Thousand Faces, and the other demon elders.
They paused briefly on Liu Wenjian's face, then drifted past Dai Li.
Finally, they settled on Guangguai, who was desperately climbing the pillar, his fingers nearly reaching the gargoyle's eye socket.
Qin's mouth twitched uncontrollably.
"Clabatoa, is this how you look after a challenger who is about to step onto the Demon Battle Platform and face