When Mo Xie knocked down the Great Monarch Level Ghostly King, Zhu Meng and the others stood stunned for a long time, their minds still caught in the devastating display they had just witnessed.
Du Xiao was the first to recover. He stared at the enormous, blood-red armored giant in the sky, disbelief filling his eyes.
He had encountered several failed demon experiments before. Those creatures could certainly be called monsters, and their abilities were bizarre, but they were nowhere near Mo Xie's level.
What was that blood-red armored giant? Why was it so terrifyingly powerful? Was this really the power of the Demon Element?
By then, the others had shaken off the lingering shock. Someone shouted, drawing every eye to the sky.
"Wait, where did that blood-red armored giant go?"
"What happened? Did Mo Xie's Demon Element ability wear off?"
"Probably not. Either way, let's hurry and deal with those three Minor Monarch undead. We can't afford to drag this out!"
Susanoo's body slowly dissipated, and its Magic Energy returned to Mo Xie. He withdrew his Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan, his eyes reverting to scarlet slit pupils, and looked toward the Eight Directions Undead Lords.
After a long pause, he spoke. No one else could hear him; his voice traveled like a thread straight into the ears of the Eight Directions Undead Lords.
"Hurry up and make your move. Don't keep testing my patience... especially you, Nine Nether Queen."
The Eight Directions Undead Lords all trembled slightly. The Emperor's dominance was deeply ingrained in them.
The Nine Nether Queen in particular looked frightened. She could not help remembering the King's lessons with his rod.
At the thought, her voluptuous body quivered and grew tense. Ripples stirred through a body that had gone unfulfilled for far too long.
*Good thing these