"Do you really think victory is yours?" Xin Kui stared sinisterly at Jiang Yun, his voice venomous.
Jiang Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and regarded him with a half-smile, as though he had seen right through Xin Kui.
Jiang Yun's gaze sent a chill through Xin Kui's heart. The method he had been utterly confident in suddenly seemed less certain.
He shook his head fiercely, driving those thoughts away. How could a mere native of a Lower Plane possibly know how terrifying our clan's methods are?
He must be bluffing. What a cunning fellow, trying to unsettle me.
With that thought, Xin Kui glared viciously at Jiang Yun, bit the tip of his tongue, and spat out a mouthful of blood essence that shot straight into the sky. A blood-red talisman seemed to emerge within it. The talisman exploded, blasting the void apart.
"Demon Summoning Talisman, let the demons descend!"
As Xin Kui's icy voice rang out, that stretch of void turned pitch-black, as though a Spatial Passage leading to some unknown destination had formed. An incomparably evil aura drifted from its far end.
At the sight, the eyes of everyone on the Dou Qi Continent abruptly sharpened. That feeling-the end of the passage seemed to be the source of all Evil Aura. Could it be his headquarters?
At that thought, their hair stood on end. A single minor clan had nearly destroyed the Dou Qi Continent. If the enemy's army descended, how could they possibly survive?
Thud-
Just as a victorious smile began to spread across Xin Kui's face, and countless people on the Dou Qi Continent sank into despair once more, a dull sound rang out. It was as though a great hand had swept over the expanding Spatial Passage, and Chaos Light surged across it.
Then, beneath