Primordial Demon Gods

"Does it matter whether the attacks look alike? I saved your damn life."

Jiang Ming glanced sideways at Black Emperor as he spoke.

"He's Big Brother!"

Nannan immediately brightened.

Big Black Dog relaxed. Wary as he was, he trusted Nannan.

"That makes no sense. Jiang Ming took a mysterious person with him and left with Ye Fan aboard Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin. It happened. Plenty of people saw it."

Black Emperor muttered to himself.

Jiang Ming walked over and picked up Nannan. She promptly brought out her treats to share with him. It seemed she hadn't suffered while following Black Emperor all these years.

"The Primordial Royal Clans have emerged. Their first targets are the Thirteen Bandits of the Northern Region. Some of the bandits are human, others are demons. That's a bad sign."

Black Emperor's voice was grave.

"What sign? We'll fight our way through."

Jiang Ming smiled faintly, killing intent rising in his voice.

He couldn't complete Dao Severing anytime soon.

As a Vermilion Bird Totem Deity, his Dao and techniques were close to those of the Vermilion Bird. In the distant past, the Vermilion Bird had been one of the seven Immortal King Colossi who guarded the Border Wasteland. She was the eldest and most ancient among them; her age of greatest glory could even be traced back to the Emperor's Fall Era.

Of course, Jiang Ming meant the original Borderland Seven Kings. The title itself was an honor, and many Immortal Kings had once sought to earn it.

With his true body absent, his Totem Deity couldn't remain at the Ninth Heavenly Layer of Great Ability forever. Dao Severing lay ahead. If he succeeded, he could pass for the real thing and deceive others more easily. No one would imagine that someone could be mad