"This time, we're going to a place called the Ten Thousand Demons Dynasty."
Seated in his chair, Ye Lin held a map and pointed to a location on it as he spoke.
He was like King Yama calling names—whoever he pointed at, died.
"Yes."
Han Che, standing beside him, immediately nodded in agreement.
The warship changed course and headed for the Ten Thousand Demons Dynasty.
"What did you say? Even the Blood Demon Saint is dead? Xue Xin is dead too?"
"Yes, Your Majesty. They're all dead. The entire imperial capital of the Snow Domain Dynasty has been razed to the ground. There isn't a single living thing left at the scene."
"And judging by the army's direction of advance, their destination this time is precisely our Ten Thousand Demons Dynasty."
In the court of the Ten Thousand Demons Dynasty, Black Pupil, Lord of the Ten Thousand Demons, stared at the messenger below in utter disbelief.
An uproar broke out throughout the court.
Even the Blood Demon Saint had died, and so had the ruler of the Snow Domain Dynasty.
Just how powerful was that man?
He had thought that man would be slaughtered by the Blood Demon Saint. He had never expected him to still be alive, much less that the Blood Demon Saint would be the one slaughtered.
If even the Blood Demon Saint was no match for him, just how strong was he?
Now that man's target was him—what was he supposed to do?
Sure enough, those old fellows had been right. The Great Frost Dynasty had truly gained an extraordinary helper this time.
The Great Frost Dynasty was truly aiming to unify the entire Southern Region this time.
"Your Majesty, the Great Frost Dynasty's army is already unstoppable. Let us surrender."
"That's right, Your Majesty. For