Was there still any need for the Devil Race's ancestral land to exist?
In Qin Luo's view, there was naturally no need for it to exist whatsoever.
Everything belonging to the Devil Race was his. What was his would remain his.
Planning for the Devil Race's descendants? What a joke! Only when it fell into Qin Luo's hands was it the true path.
As the Devil Race's clan leader, the Devil Race's accumulated foundation would naturally help his Human Emperor Banner rise another level.
At this moment, Xi Huang felt that lying flat really was far too comfortable.
"Following Master, I've been winning all the way while lying down."
"No, I haven't been lying down the whole time. Sometimes I still need to sit, and sometimes I need to kneel. Mm... that's right."
Xi Huang spoke in an exceptionally serious tone.
The Devil Race's foundation erupted in full force, and the entire city seemed like a terrifying giant beast beginning to awaken.
The foundation here was unimaginably terrifying. When Shuofeng and the others had worshipped the Devil Race's ancestors in the great hall before, the boon they had received had not even amounted to one percent of it.
Now, Qin Luo had mobilized it all. Hun Duanya was suppressed here to the point that he could scarcely take a step. He raised the Netherworld Soul-Refining Cauldron, intending to smash it at Qin Luo, but his movement nearly came to an abrupt halt. He remained frozen in that raised position, and for the first time, fear appeared in his eyes.
He was truly panicking now.
For the first time, he felt death drawing so near.
At this moment, Shuofeng no longer harbored the slightest thought of resistance and lowered his proud head.
Bang! His forehead struck the ground heavily.
"Shuofeng pays