The Demon Court!
The Thirty-Three Heavens!
Di Jun and Tai Yi sat upon their Demon Emperor thrones, clad in golden-flame Daoist robes that gleamed brilliantly, their majesty overwhelming.
Their eyes blazed like torches, their piercing gazes striking fear into others.
Below them stood the Ten Demon Saints, their pressure vast and mighty, each extraordinary in his own right.
Indeed!
They were none other than the Ten Demon Saints.
In the past, Gu Changqing's heaven-defying methods had slain several of the Ten Demon Saints in succession, leaving only six alive.
But now, the Demon Court had selected four more supreme Mighty Experts at the Quasi-Saint level, restoring the ranks of the Ten Demon Saints.
Across the vast expanse Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, countless trillions of the Demon Race stood arrayed, endless and boundless as a sea of mist.
After countless years of rest and recovery, the Demon Race had finally regained its strength and returned to its former peak.
This spectacle alone was magnificent enough to shatter the courage of countless cultivators and make their hair stand on end.
Di Jun and Tai Yi surveyed the scene, smiles appearing on their faces.
"Haha, excellent!"
"Our Demon Race remains as mighty as ever."
Di Jun spoke with a hearty, delighted laugh.
Clearly, he was quite satisfied with the Demon Race's present circumstances.
Beside him, Taiyi also spoke coldly:
"Hmph, that Gu Changqing diminished our Demon Race's strength several times in the past."
"How could he have foreseen that our Demon Court, sovereign over the Demon Race, would bring the myriad races beneath the heavens to heel?"
"He alone can never weaken our Demon Race's status and authority."
As he spoke, pride filled Taiyi's face.
The Demon Race was inexhaustible, and this was their greatest source of confidence.
After all, the so-called Demon