"Ahem..."
Han Ling struggled to rise from the rubble. Wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, she looked at the army around her, devastated by casualties, and let out a long, heavy breath.
Had those two Demon Sovereigns not arrived in time, every last one of them would likely have died.
She raised her head, gazing at the two figures in the sky with complicated feelings.
Zhu Yao, Feng Qing.
As a Golden Immortal of the Immortal Realm, she naturally recognized them both, especially after living through the era of Imperial Lord Si Chen's rule.
The mighty cultivators and Immortal Kings of the Immortal Realm who had died at the hands of Zhu Yao, that Demon Sovereign from ancient times, were as numerous as hairs on an ox. She was truly steeped in blood debts.
But Han Ling also knew full well that the Immortal Realm's hands were hardly clean.
They had kicked the Demon Race while it was down, slaughtering countless demons. Even before Imperial Lord Si Chen swept through the Immortal Realm, its markets, large and small, had openly traded members of the Demon Race.
The Immortal and Demon-Beast Realms had shared a blood-deep feud since time immemorial. That tangled ledger could never be settled.
Han Ling suppressed all the conflicting emotions in her heart and flew up with several surviving immortal generals, coming before the two Demon Sovereigns.
"Han Ling, expeditionary commander of the Soaring Cloud Realm, on behalf of the Immortal Realm's soldiers..."
She clasped her hands and bowed deeply to Zhu Yao and Feng Qing.
"Thank you, Imperial Lords, for saving our lives!"
The immortal generals behind her also bowed deeply in unison.
Yet Zhu Yao gave no response to the Immortal Realm commanders' solemn gratitude. Every inch of her radiated "keep your