The instant Xia Ping swept away all those Demon Saint corpses, an overwhelming aura descended from the depths of the void, seeming to blanket the entire Demon Saint Palace.
"Damn human, you're courting death!"
An enraged roar rang out, shaking heaven and earth, seemingly setting space-time trembling. The void across billions of kilometers quaked, producing a terrifying resonance of laws. This force was enough to shake one Immortal Saint after another to death.
The one speaking was none other than the Ancient Demon Saint Jerome.
Taking advantage of the great war between the Human Race and the Demon Race, it had slipped away alone while the Human Race was unprepared. Using a supreme escape secret art, it had finally returned to the Demon Saint Palace.
The moment it returned, it saw more than a hundred Demon Saints dead at Xia Ping's hands.
These Demon Saints were the true elites of the Demon Race. No one knew how many resources and how much time it took to produce even one Demon Saint, yet now more than a hundred had died.
No one knew how many years it would take to make up for such losses. Even in a brutal war, so many Demon Saints might not necessarily be killed or wounded, yet they had now been slaughtered by this little thief. Such hatred could not be washed clean even by the waters of three rivers.
"Damn it. The Human Race actually failed to stop all the Ancient Demon Saints and let one fish slip through the net."
Xia Ping raised a brow. He had not expected the Ancient Demon Saint Jerome to be so formidable, able to evade every Ancient Saint of the Human Race and sneak back into the Demon Saint Palace alone.
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