A blood-red full moon hovered above the Southern Moon Tree, radiating an uncanny power that strengthened the Demon Realm and the Demon Barbarians with every passing moment.
Fang Yun nodded and said, "This Southern Moon Tree is quite fine. Leaving it here is something of a waste. If we could plant it among the Human Race and cleanse the Demon Moon, humanity's strength could rise another level."
Fang Yun lightly stamped his right foot.
Lang Liao gave a low growl and suddenly vanished, shifting high into the sky to appear beside the Demon Moon.
At that moment, all the Demon Barbarians felt a weight lift from them. They felt that they had regained their freedom, yet that immense power seemed to have left a shadow in their hearts. They dared not stand, only gazing instinctively up at the sky.
An enormous silver wolf opened his jaws and swallowed the Demon Moon.
Heavenly Wolf Swallows the Moon.
"No..."
The Demon Barbarians let out heart-rending cries.
Even in death, they would never have believed that something like this could happen before their eyes.
The Demon Moon was the Demon Barbarians' most important source of power!
A Saint Ancestor of the Demon Realm had swallowed the Demon Realm's moon!
Half the sky suddenly went dark.
Every Demon Barbarian felt as though a corner of their heart had been plucked away, leaving an empty space in their chest.
The Demon Barbarians on the Moon Tree wailed, beat their chests, and stamped their feet. Many bashed their heads against the ground, the thudding continuing without end.
After swallowing the Demon Moon, Lang Liao flashed back beneath Fang Yun's feet, then turned his head and gently spat the shrunken Demon Moon toward him.
Fang Yun reached out and drew the steadily shrinking Demon Moon into his