Boom!
Hei Du had been speaking with spittle flying and spirits soaring, while the Devil Race leaders listened with delight and nodded repeatedly. Suddenly, a thunderous explosion rang out, whipping up a terrifying storm of destruction.
Then everyone stared dumbfounded as the Demon Ring, the supreme spatial treasure hovering above the chaos, gave a sharp crack and abruptly exploded.
Dazzling black light shone onto the devil leaders' bewildered faces, but none of them had yet realized what had happened.
Hei Du's eyes widened. Once he saw what had been destroyed, his pupils abruptly contracted and his expression changed drastically.
The other Devil Race leaders, experts, and troops also stared at the scene in astonishment.
Who had just claimed that the Devil Emperor's magic artifacts had never failed, never suffered damage, and were so incredibly powerful? Why, then, had this Demon Ring been smashed with a single blow?
That slap to the face had come far too quickly!
Hei Du's face instantly turned a dark purple. His expression grew frenzied, veins bulged across his face, and he screamed at the top of his lungs, "My Demon Ring!"
Only then did everyone snap awake, feeling a chill sweep over them.
They were under attack!
An enemy had arrived, approaching without any of them noticing and destroying the terrifying devil weapon forged by the Devil Emperor with a single strike.
How terrifying must this person's strength be? Not only had he evaded the divine sense of all those peak Devil Race Quasi-Saints, he had brazenly destroyed the supposedly indestructible Demon Mountain right before their eyes.
The entire Devil Army instantly fell into chaos. Demonic qi surged and ravaged the world, while demonic senses blanketed every inch of their surroundings in search of the attacker. They closed in on the spot where the Demon