Northern Kuru Continent, Demon King Cave.
Lu Ya came here again, his heart filled with emotion.
Of course, his arrival also brought countless great demons of the Northern Kuru Continent flocking over.
"Your Highness, you've finally come around."
"Our Demon Race has lain dormant for far too long. At a single command from the Tenth Prince, we would gladly fight to the death for you."
"Your Highness, just give the word!"
Countless great demons crowded around Lu Ya. Naturally, they still harbored hopes of restoring the Ancient Demon Court to its former glory.
They simply lacked someone to lead them.
Thus, they had long pinned their hopes on Lu Ya, the tenth son of Di Jun of the Demon Race.
Yet Lu Ya said nothing. Bai Ze, the Demon Beast at their head, remained composed. He could tell, of course, that Lu Ya had no intention of leading the Demon Race to rise again, so he let out a thunderous shout.
"All of you, shut your mouths!"
"Lu Ya, what exactly brings you here?"
"Have you come as a disciple of the Interception Sect, or as its Vice-Sect Leader?"
Hearing their words, Lu Ya could hardly maintain his composure, and a trace of savagery even crept onto his face.
These bastards. Didn't they know he wanted to restore the Demon Race's former splendor even more than they did?
But was that possible?
Now there was Hongjun, who had merged with the Heavenly Dao, and beneath him stood the Seven Heavenly Dao Sages. Tongtian, in particular, was outrageously powerful.
Who would support their restoration?
Even if they really could succeed, what use would this handful of cats, big and small, be?
*Even if the seven Sages stayed out of it, the current Heavenly Court alone could probably crush them in an