At once, the Nether Ghost commander's face turned pale. It seemed somewhat weakened; it had exhausted immense energy, yet found nothing of use. It was deeply ashamed.
"Ke ke, a mere Nether Ghost thinks it can find my trail? What a joke."
The voice continued to provoke them, clamoring, "Burning Demon, I'm not joking with you—I'm issuing a final ultimatum. If you truly anger me, every demon and monster here will die. I'll give you only one chance. I hope you cherish it."
"Hmph!"
Luna was furious upon hearing this and was about to make a move.
But Xia Ping waved a hand, stopping Luna. He spoke directly, "A rat hiding its head and showing its tail dares to spout such shameless boasts here? You think that with a few concealment tricks, you can run wild before me? Frankly, in my eyes, your little abilities are as laughable as a clown's."
This was the Burning Lord's coronation ceremony, a momentous occasion meant to establish his supreme standing in Flame Hell. Yet demons actually dared to appear here and cause trouble. They were plainly trying to slap him in the face and provoke him.
Once they truly enraged him, he would not rest until heaven and earth were turned upside down and blood flowed into rivers.
At that instant, Xia Ping rose from his throne. The Hell Golden Crow Eye on his body opened, its pupils filled with countless Hell Golden Crow runes, instantly shooting out tens of thousands of dark-golden beams.
Like a vast net, these dark-golden rays penetrated the void and covered a radius of ten billion kilometers, spreading into every corner of this space without missing the slightest detail.
At that moment, countless demons in the plaza came into contact with the dark-golden light. Their hairs stood on