"Have the Heavenly Evil God spare me?"
Xiao Yan gazed at the boundless army of Demon Emperors, a mocking sneer curling his lips.
"You've got that backward, haven't you? If your Extraterrestrial Evil Race submits to the Great Thousand World now and agrees to become our slaves, I might spare the Heavenly Evil God's life."
"Xiao Yan, you arrogant fool!"
At Xiao Yan's words, demonic qi surged around every Demon Emperor in their fury.
Did this Xiao Yan really think that just because he could summon the Firmament List, he was a match for the Saint God?
"Xiao Yan, today I'll show you that the foundations of our Saint Race run far deeper than this. No one can stop us from rescuing the Saint God today."
The Saint Heavenly Demon Emperor stood at the forefront, a trace of resolute indifference on his face, where compassion and sinister strangeness intertwined.
As his words fell, he waved his hand. Strange flames of interwoven black and white burned over his body, while a palm-sized figurine appeared in his hand.
"Today, you'll see the true foundations of our Saint Race."
It depicted a white-robed man even stranger than the Saint Heavenly Demon Emperor, with handsome features and a gentle smile. A lustrous white, holy light even surrounded him, stirring an inexplicable sense of compassion in those who saw him.
Yet at the center of this figure was a sinister eye that looked utterly unnatural.
"Great God, I offer my life as fuel to summon the power you left behind. Aid me in defeating this Flame Emperor, Xiao Yan!"
The Saint Heavenly Demon Emperor's expression was holy, as though he were on a pilgrimage, but the temperature of the black-and-white demonic flames around him abruptly soared, even faintly approaching that of Xiao Yan's emperor flame.