As Tushan Yi bowed down, the surrounding Demon Race warriors were swept up in the moment, raising their arms and cheering loudly.
"Glory to the Demon Emperor!"
"Glory to the Demon Emperor!"
Jiang Yang's generous rewards and his promise that every demon could possess territory invigorated the entire Demon Race.
Even the grief left by that brutal slaughter faded considerably.
Although all demons yearned for freedom, for some reason, the temptation of claiming a mountain and ruling as king still struck straight at their hearts.
Watching Tushan Yi prostrate himself and the demons rally at the sight, Jiang Yang nodded slightly.
He stepped forward to help Tushan Yi up and said with a soft laugh,
"Any demon granted territory may be called a Demon King."
"Tushan Yi, you are the first Demon King to be granted territory."
Then he took Tushan Yi into the sky by the hand and laughed loudly.
"But you will not be the only Demon King. All my Demon Race brothers here may become Demon Kings and rule their own territories once our Demon Race defeats the devils."
"Roar! Roar! Roar!"
The demons cheered again. This time, the promise had come from Jiang Yang's own lips.
A promise from the Demon Emperor would surely be fulfilled.
"Our morale is high enough to put to use. In that case, the wounded of the Demon Race will stay behind. Those who still have strength, follow me and shatter the devils' main force in one stroke!"
"Yes!"
Three months later.
Over a vast red plain, daylight shone clear and white, and fierce winds blew.
Two camps faced off across a thousand meters of open ground on the red plain.
Banners snapped, and gales howled.
Both the sky and the ground were filled with armies of transcendents.
At the