For the greater cause of his race, Ghost Dragon Devil Master cast aside his own honor and disgrace, retreated millions upon millions of miles, and thought of ways to support the front line... or perhaps devoted himself to pondering how to support it.
Yet he left Demon Sweeping Heavenly Lord behind for the Flying Immortal Ridge to face in bewilderment.
The Dragon Demon Palace army that had supposedly come to aid them in full force also returned in full force. The famed [Myriad Dharma Demon Mirror] had not even had time to display its might before all that remained was a cluster of fragments refracting light against the snow.
The grotto-heaven had returned to The Present World; who knew in what year it would appear again, or into whose hands it would fall.
Though the Heavenly Demons of Flying Immortal Ridge each harbored their own thoughts, they were, on the whole, still concerned for the fate of the Devil Race. They shared a common hatred for the enemy, could unite here, and had the will to fight Demon Sweeping Heavenly Lord to the death.
But Ghost Dragon Devil Master's coming and going like this had instead wrung every last drop of morale from them.
Usually, they never stopped calling him "His Majesty"!
How could a king of all under heaven abandon the altars of state and bear its shame?
Grudgeforge Heavenly Demon's Hateful Heart surged at once. He longed to devour the flesh and blood of these corpses squatting in their posts, but when he looked up, he was startled—
Within a demon mirror fragment still spinning through the air directly before his eyes, a spark of fire suddenly appeared.
Countless snow-bright demon mirror fragments reflected an immeasurable sea of firelight.
The shattered mirrors burst open Glazed fissures, and tens