Of those who ascended from small worlds to the Vast Cosmos Great World, who did not rise up alone? Yet this time, so many had arrived at once, leaving the demon cat woman with a head full of question marks.
Just then... Rumble!
A thunderous boom suddenly erupted in the sky, and the incomparably stable space instantly shattered apart.
Hidden in the shadows, Sikong Jing raised the little Shadow Moon Rat's head and saw the sky abruptly turn dark. A massive floating island slowly emerged from within the spatial rift.
The entire world seemed to fall silent in an instant.
The demon cat woman's pupils contracted violently as she murmured, "This is... the Spirit Race's Divine Spirit Island?"
The next instant...
The enormous floating island completely emerged in midair. Several terrifying streams of spirit-shadow power swept down mightily, and then one stream of spirit-shadow power locked onto the demon cat woman...
"Little Night Civet, you are the Demon King of this Feather Sword Mountain Range, aren't you?"
The voice was deep and lofty, like the voice of a god.
The demon cat woman slowly lowered her head and respectfully replied, "In reply to my lord of the Spirit Race, this one is indeed the Demon King of the Feather Sword Mountain Range. Please give your orders."
Spirit Race?
Hidden in the darkness, Sikong Jing committed those two words to memory.
"Hm. From this moment onward, all demon beasts at the Divine Martial Stage and above are to immediately relocate from the Feather Sword Mountain Range."
"You have three days."
The deep, heavy voice descended from the massive island in the sky. "At the same time, command all demon beasts in the Feather Sword Mountain Range not to attack or devour any living creature or object that falls from above. Remember