The lesser demon responsible for maintaining and wiping down the Soul Lamps caught a dimming light out of the corner of his eye and thought his eyes were playing tricks on him.
At first, he paid it no mind.
Then he suddenly realized something was wrong and hurriedly turned to look.
His handkerchief fluttered to the floor in fright. He staggered back several steps, staring at the Soul Lamp on the highest shelf as he stammered, "His Majesty the Demon Emperor... he... how could..."
"No! I have to report this to the elders immediately!" The lesser demon scrambled out the door, shouting in terror, "S-something terrible has happened! His Majesty the Demon Emperor's Soul Lamp has gone... gone out!"
Soon, countless elders of the Demon Race rushed over at the news.
Seeing that the Soul Lamp had indeed gone out, the First Elder immediately seized the personal guard who should have been at Chu Batian's side. His five fingers dug so forcefully into the guard's neck that more than half their length had sunk into it.
His brows bristling and eyes blazing, he demanded, "Where is the Lineage head?"
"I... I don't know." The guard wanted to struggle but dared not. His voice was hoarse, and his eyes rolled upward, exposing large patches of white.
"You don't know? You're the Lineage head's personal guard, and you're telling me you don't know where he is? Are you making a fool of me?" Murderous intent flashed in the First Elder's eyes.
Even the others were frightened by the terrifying aura pouring off him and retreated half a step.
They feared getting caught in the crossfire.
"When His Majesty left, he specifically told me not to follow. I truly don't know where he went," the guard hastily explained.
Crack!
Clearly, that was