Xuanyuan neither stopped them nor interrupted.
He even thought this was just as well. It would let the Human Race see with their own eyes how their Human Emperor fulfilled his promise.
He lowered his gaze to Ten Thousand Demon Mountain below, concealed beneath formations and restrictions.
"The Demon Race must repay the blood debt they owe the Human Race!"
The next instant, the terrifying pressure of a Sub-Saint erupted from Xuanyuan without restraint.
The entire Northern Kuru Continent trembled, as though the end of the world had arrived.
Space throughout the Northern Kuru Continent shook violently beneath that Sub-Saint pressure.
Rocks tumbled across the land, and gray-green miasma was torn to shreds by the pressure and scattered in every direction. Before countless demons could even realize what had happened, the terrifying pressure descending from the sky pinned them to the ground, filling the air with anguished howls!
The demonic birds circling overhead fell like kites with severed strings, striking the ground with dull thuds.
Ten Thousand Demon Mountain bore the brunt of Xuanyuan's pressure. Its layers upon layers of restrictions and formations failed to last even a single breath.
The defenses Bai Ze had poured immeasurable effort into creating were as fragile as paper lanterns before Xuanyuan, breaking at a touch.
Only then, as Shang Yang, Bai Ze, and Nine Infants felt that terrifying pressure within Ten Thousand Demon Mountain, did they finally notice the dark-yellow figure standing in the void.
When they saw the familiar dark-red Three-Foot Sword in Xuanyuan's hand, all three Demon Saints' pupils constricted at once.
The Witch-Slaying Sword!
Every Demon Saint of the Demon Race knew that sword.
In those days, the Demon Race had devoted the strength of their entire race and sacrificed countless human souls to forge that weapon against the witches.