At the front line.
In a Demon Race city.
The emperor stood in Heaven, surrounded by tens of thousands of Demon Race soldiers, generals, and Demon Kings.
"Lu Chaowu," a Demon King shouted, "you won't escape this time."
The emperor looked around and asked:
"Where's the Demon Saint?"
"It's not just us. Our allies are here too, and you can't even see them," the Demon King said.
"They can still die even if I can't see them. Now, where's your Demon Saint?" the emperor asked with a sigh.
This Demon King was no good. Every answer missed the question.
He would kill him first.
"We know how strong you are. That's why we've trapped you in a Ghost Race Grand Array. We'll wear you down until you die!" another Demon King said.
The emperor nodded.
So they were deliberately keeping quiet.
Where had the Demon Saint gone?
Just then, the atmosphere changed abruptly.
"Kill the Human Emperor!"
A Demon King raised his voice.
"Kill—the—Human—Emperor!" the demons and ghosts roared as one, their voices shaking the land.
Overwhelming Ghost Qi rose from the Void and gathered into a curtain of blood that stretched between Heaven and Earth, becoming a Grand Array attack Art unlike any seen before.
The Human Emperor hung motionless in midair.
Only when the blood curtain appeared did his expression shift.
It had stirred a memory.
Chen Zhou had been deceived by that very blood curtain. He had opened a gap in the defensive Grand Array, letting Ghost Entities in to slaughter the Human Race.
He had been so young, knowing nothing, and had suffered ten years of inner demons for it.
The emperor's gaze flickered. He said:
"You demons and ghosts know nothing of power, yet your hearts are full of wicked schemes."
"Only when you are