The calm sea glittered in the light.
The sails aboard a million ships billowed in the wind.
Aboard the largest ship were all the important Demon Gods, including the top ten and the strongest Demon God along the coast, the Sea Poison Dragon Demon God.
At their head, Demon God Emperor Feng Xiu sat upon his throne, facing the sea breeze.
As the third Demon God Emperor to break through to a million spiritual power, and the youngest to do so, he presided over the Demon Race's strongest era.
Now, joining forces with human powerhouses, they were finally about to expand their territory.
As for the humans, they were still forced into a small area, penned up like livestock.
But a powerhouse strong enough to warrant his attention had already appeared, which meant dawn would soon come for humanity.
That was why the Demon God Emperor desperately wanted to kill Yang Tian.
Long Haochen was dead. An Adamantine Knight had died without causing a stir among humanity or the Demon Race, and with him had gone Austin Griffin, that great scourge weighing on the Demon Race's minds.
Once Yang Tian died, the Demon Race would remain mighty.
But now was not the time. Even if he wanted to kill Yang Tian, he had to wait until he became a god.
He had to be able to withstand a devastating blow from the Divine Throne of Eternity and Creation.
A Bao could be said to have matured. With the First Demon God Pillar and the Demon Dragon Clan, he could firmly hold the top position.
Of course, his reckless temperament remained unchanged. He did not take after his father at all.
If A Bao could keep his composure like Long Haochen, the Demon God Emperor might have passed the throne to