From Menial Laborer to Immortal Venerable

"Not bad. This time, we can say victory in the arena battle is already in our grasp!" Netherfiend True Lord nodded slightly.

One had to know that Zhou Xun, the strongest among them, had yet to take the field.

With him holding down the fort, their chances of victory were at least eighty percent. Looking at things now, they should be closer to ninety percent.

Unlike the Human Race's laughter and cheers,

the Demon Race was shrouded beneath a heavy pall of gloom.

Every demon beast wore an expression of solemn anxiety, their eyes tangled with worry, expectation, and unease.

The South Abyss Demon Emperor's face was as dark as a sky before a storm, his imposing features now covered in gathering clouds of sorrow.

He knew full well that this battle was by no means a simple arena duel for them. It concerned the honor, disgrace, rise, and fall of the entire South Abyss Demon Clan.

Should they lose this battle, the South Abyss Demon Clan would forfeit nearly a quarter of its territory.

Although the entire Demon Race would compensate them for their losses,

it would also mean that the Demon Race's plans of several thousand years had failed.

He slowly turned his head toward the Gold Dragon Demon Emperor beside him and said heavily, "Brother Jin, the situation is exceedingly perilous now. This final battle concerns the survival of our Demon Race."

"Is this Purple Jiao Demon Emperor truly so formidable?"

"Can he withstand the successive attacks of True Lord Tian Ci and Oblivion River True Lord?"

The Gold Dragon Demon Emperor wore an equally grave expression and nodded slightly. "Brother Mo's concerns are not without reason!"

"However, the greatest reason I agreed to this arena battle was this Purple Jiao."

"He is an unparalleled genius of