The You Mountain Range stretched for tens of thousands of miles.
Since ancient times, it had been territory where the Demon Race reigned supreme.
Over the years, it was not as though there had been no stubborn human cultivators.
Almost every ten years or so, a few self-important people would always draw their weapons, relying on whatever skill they possessed, shouting lofty words about how humanity could not be humiliated as they slashed at the lofty demons.
But there was usually only one outcome.
They died beyond all hope of resurrection.
Their sects and Lineages behind them were uprooted along with them.
The demons did not find such actions by humans angering. Instead, they found them amusing.
They treated them as a little entertainment to ease the boredom of their long, dreary lifespans.
But now.
When such a living anomaly truly appeared before them... and could leave the consummate Tower-Ascending Realm Demon Emperor Juechen in such misery.
These demons, who normally stood high above all others, finally felt a trace of fear.
As the girl's voice fell.
Whether demon or cultivator, no one present dared move rashly.
The human cultivators trembled, scarcely daring to breathe, afraid of being caught up in this sudden upheaval.
The demons were even more as though facing a great enemy, feeling crushed beneath an unprecedented pressure.
Amid that strange dead silence.
A sound suddenly came from deep within the pit.
Demon Emperor Juechen staggered to his feet.
His once-proud deer face was now covered in filthy blood, and half of his broken antler looked especially savage.
"Have you lot spent all these years cultivating into dogs?"
Demon Emperor Juechen expressionlessly spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, his icy voice echoing through the courtyard. "He's just a human. Could it be that, here in our