Back then, in the Ancient Demon Den beneath the Wuyandu Mountain Range, that black-clad Devil Race member he had encountered should have been the Seven Hates Devil Lord.
He had never imagined it was an existence even more formidable than an ordinary Heavenly Demon.
Even now, when Jiang Wang thought back on it, a chill still lingered in his heart.
If not for the vast distance between the Wild Tomb of Ten Thousand Worlds and The Present World, if not for Master Guanyan stepping in to protect his path, if not for him plucking the Red Heart Supernatural Power, if not for...
He might already have been dry bones today—or taken a devil body.
"Are these eight Devil Lords related to the eight great devil arts?" Jiang Wang asked.
Mu Kingdom had guarded the Border Wasteland for many years and possessed the deepest understanding of the Devil Race, just as Qi State was the nation that understood the Sea Race best.
Tu Hu nodded slightly. "The Devil Ancestor personally created the eight great devil arts, establishing them as the Devil Race's supreme inheritance. The Devil Race rose to prominence because of them in those days... These eight great devil arts hold a supreme and unrivaled status among the Devil Race. Throughout history, only those who cultivated one of the eight great devil arts and became Heavenly Demons could be called Devil Lords. They are regarded as masters chosen by fate, ruling over all domains, the most exalted and noble beings of the Devil Race."
Jiang Wang could not help but wonder: since the Illusion Devil Lord was such a terrifying existence, what level of powerhouse was Tu Hu, whom he had personally acted against and laid a trap for in the Border Wasteland?
Though a Golden Crown High Priest already