Atop Little Lei's head, Xie Changsheng's mouth twitched after he heard Black Mountain's words.
"The Sun... became a spirit?"
He swore this was the most absurd thing he had heard in his entire life.
Even though he had already harbored some vague suspicions.
Just then, the flame giant swept his gaze over the million demons.
"As you can see, I am not an Immortal Realm Cultivator."
"At least... not entirely."
His voice rang out in everyone's mind, like stars colliding, like space and time flowing.
It seemed to answer Ying You and Feng Qing's earlier question: "What exactly are you?"
The flame giant spoke slowly. "What you call me does not matter."
"What matters is..."
He looked toward the million demons.
"What do you see at this moment?"
No answer came from the void.
But every demon gave the same answer in their heart...
They saw the Sun.
The flame giant glanced at the stunned Zhu Yao, a trace of tenderness flickering in his star-like eyes.
"You may choose to continue supporting your Imperial Lord..."
Then he turned his head again, looking down upon the surrounding demons.
"Or you may cling to your hatred and choose..."
"...to make an enemy of me."
The void fell silent.
The demons who had been discussing things moments earlier all shut their mouths.
Make an enemy of him?
How could they?
With what?
They could argue against an Immortal Realm Cultivator, hate a powerful human.
They could even challenge the Demon Realm's Imperial Lord for the sake of their clan leaders, or fight an Imperial Lord burning her imperial blood for the sake of their own Imperial Lord.
But... make an enemy of the Sun?
A young demon's eyes flickered, and he began to feel lost.
He looked at his companion beside him, who