Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!
Just as the demon and Nether Ghost armies approached Qingyang City, four towering figures hovered high in the sky: the Formless Ghost King, the Venom Centipede Devil King, the Slayer Devil King, and the Ram-Horn Devil King.
"Is this the city where that human lives? It's tiny. It's just an ordinary human city, yet the four of us Devil Kings have to deal with it. Isn't that making a mountain out of a molehill? You're giving these humans far too much credit." The Slayer Devil King spoke arrogantly. He thought that destroying Qingyang City would take nothing more than his own effort; there was no need for the other Devil Kings to join forces.
"They're weak indeed. In this huge city, only the lord is at the Golden Core Realm; the rest are, at best, in the True Fire Realm. These nobodies don't deserve to have us Devil Kings lift a finger. The soldiers alone could slaughter them dozens of times over." The Venom Centipede Devil King cackled, his eyes full of contempt, cruelty, and malice.
"Better safe than sorry. Besides, this human has far too many secrets. No amount of caution would be excessive." The Formless Ghost King spoke calmly, utterly unmoved by the other two Devil Kings' thinly veiled disdain.
"Humans!"
At that moment, the Ram-Horn Devil King stepped forward and roared, "I am the Ram-Horn Devil King. I order you to kneel at once and beg for mercy. Hand over Qingyang City and all the treasures you possess.
"Don't even think of resisting. Against our four armies of demons and Nether Ghosts, you have no chance. In an instant, you'll be reduced to dust, your bodies obliterated, and the streets running with blood.
"There is only one path before you: slavery. You won't even