The figure atop the lofty seat slowly rose. Only then did his appearance truly become clear.
He was exceptionally tall, nearly nine feet, with a lean frame. His long, pitch-black hair fell to his ankles, and his skin was almost corpse-pale.
His face was darkly handsome, utterly out of place among the Heavenly Demons whose looks seemed thrown together at random.
Only at the center of his forehead did a curse mark of six rotating wheels, interwoven with densely packed black seals, lend him an eerie air.
This demon was none other than the last of the Twelve Dutian Demons-You Tui!
Among the Twelve Dutian Demons, he was by no means the strongest in direct combat, but in sheer strangeness, he certainly ranked near the top.
Some of his methods were things even Blood Nie would not willingly become entangled with.
You Tui slowly descended, looking at the high-ranking Demonic Beast at his feet.
The Heavenly Demon pressed his head firmly against the ground, his face filled with dread as he kowtowed repeatedly and offered flattery:
"Please quell your anger, my lord. Those people simply do not understand your divine might."
"Your divine might eclipses the world. If you went in person, victory would be yours for the taking. What does that double-pupiled brat amount to? Before you, those prodigies of the Human Race are mere clay chickens and earthen dogs, unable to withstand a single blow!"
You Tui paused, lowering his eyes to fix on the Heavenly Demon on the floor. His dusky purple lips softly uttered:
"Trash."
"A mere handful of Heavenly Origin children, and you, a Demon General, could not even suppress a few yellow-haired brats? They beat you into a disgraceful retreat, and you returned gravely wounded?"
"Your subordinate was useless!"
The Heavenly Demon repeatedly begged