The You Mountain Grand Vein stretched for tens of thousands of miles.
Since ancient times, it had been territory where the Demon Race reigned supreme.
Over the years, it was not as though no stubborn human cultivators had come.
Almost every decade or so, there would always be a few self-important people who, relying on their own little bit of skill, drew their weapons and shouted lofty words about how humanity could not be humiliated, then swung at the Gao Gao demons above them.
Yet their ends were usually all the same.
Dead beyond death.
Along with the sects and Lineages behind them, they were uprooted completely.
The demons did not feel anger at such actions from humans. Instead, they found them amusing.
They treated them as a little entertainment to ease the boredom of their long, dreary lifespans.
But now.
When such a living anomaly truly appeared before their eyes... and could reduce the dignified Demon Emperor Juechen of the Complete Tower-Climbing Realm to such misery.
These Gao Gao demons, who were usually so high and mighty, finally felt a trace of fear.
As the girl's voice fell.
Whether demon or cultivator, no one present dared make a rash move.
The human cultivators trembled, scarcely daring to breathe, afraid of being caught up in this sudden upheaval.
The demons were even more as if facing a great enemy, feeling as though an inexplicable pressure was bearing down on them.
Amid that eerie silence.
A sound suddenly rose from the depths of the crater.
The Demon Emperor Juechen staggered to his feet.
His once Gao-proud deer face was now smeared with filthy blood, and half of his broken antler looked especially savage.
"Have you all cultivated your brains into dogs over the years?"
Expressionlessly, the Demon Emperor Juechen spat out