He had now reached the top of the canyon. Looking at the demons on both sides, his eyes held a trace of shock. After all, there were far more of them than he had imagined.
An inexplicable thought occurred to him: perhaps the demons that had grown increasingly scarce on the wasteland were all here.
But he had no time to think about that now. Instead, he fixed his gaze on a figure in a hooded cloak among the demons below.
His instincts told him this figure was their leader, and just as he had expected, the aura the figure gave off was weaker than his own cultivation.
So he did not hesitate. He unleashed his full strength, his Soul Saint-level power erupting as he lunged at his opponent as fast as he could, bringing the weapons gripped in his four hands down with all his might.
He put everything into this strike. The other demons around the figure panicked somewhat at the sight, and his smile widened.
After all, victory was right before his eyes. As long as he destroyed his opponent with one blow, it would only be a matter of time before these demons scattered. With his cultivation, no one here could stop him.
Other thoughts even rose in his mind. If he absorbed every last bit of these demons' life energy, could he advance to a new level, or perhaps become a new Demons Monarch afterward?
The desires in his heart kept swelling. His fear turned into a kind of madness, making him begin to lose his reason. Things once visible but forever beyond his reach now seemed his for the taking.
At this moment, the Demon Man leader had even decided how he would inflict all the suffering he had endured in the past on