In an instant, Ying Sanmeng's entire body began to tremble as well.
He thought of everything Black Scale had done. The latter had turned himself into Ying Sanmeng's hostage, played a long-distance game of wits and a battle of minds with Chai Jiu, and successfully brought about the exchange of hostages.
Black Scale had also used the conditions left by the first master of the Demon Vein to trade for the Imperial Demon Men's immortality and breakthrough.
That was what had led to the current situation, saving the Cosmic Vein from its life-and-death crisis.
How could he ever repay such grace and sentiment?
"Of course, it isn't as though I have no selfish motives. I also want to lead the Demon Men back into the world."
"Only if the Cosmic Vein wins and the Cang Vein loses can our Demon Vein truly awaken and be reborn. Only then can the Cangyu Sect return to being the ancient Cangyu Demon Sect—and I will be... the future master of the Demon Vein!"
Sikong Jing claimed the final four words without the slightest hesitation.
If he wanted to awaken the hot blood within the Demon Men, the will of the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts alone was far from enough. Demon Men were not demonic beasts.
He had to give the Demon Men hope. He had to give them a backbone, make their bloodlines burn completely.
Sure enough... buzz, buzz, buzz!
Among the Demon Men's army, whether they were the few powerful Demon Men who had reached the Saint Martial Realm or the weakest ordinary Demon Men, all of their minds buzzed without end. The true energy throughout their bodies suddenly began to burn along with it.
It was different from before. No matter what, there had still been a trace of confusion