By now, the beast tide was letting out an unending stream of furious roars, the kind they clearly could barely hold back.
If Old White Ape insisted on keeping them silent, the eventual result might be...
These demon beasts becoming dissatisfied with Old White Ape.
With resentment in their hearts, they would inevitably need to vent.
Old White Ape understood this too. They not only needed to vent, but to fight to their hearts' content. Otherwise, Army-Breaker's Soldiers really would raise the Human Race's morale to its peak.
"Hurting myself..."
"Really hurts..."
Old White Ape sighed helplessly, shook his head slightly, carefully straightened his long robe, and looked toward Yu Sheng in the distant sky.
"Since the Human Race's Ink Pavilion Head is at the Seventh Awakening, today, I... shall fight you at the same realm!"
"That should make things fair."
"After all, being a demon king or a demon lord makes little difference to me."
Old White Ape clasped his hands behind his back, his voice ringing like a bell!
For a moment, the furious demon beasts present all froze at his words, finding them somewhat unbelievable.
"After all, I've spent a lifetime hurting myself. I have plenty of experience, and I heal quickly too..."
Old White Ape muttered those last words to himself, very quietly.
Looking somewhat weary, Old White Ape gave a muffled grunt the next moment. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and the demon aura within his body began steadily dissipating.
"For this battle, being in the demon king realm is more advantageous than being in the demon lord realm..."
As he spoke, Old White Ape's realm had already fallen.
Though he had fallen to demon king, he... had once been a demon lord, and an extremely powerful one at that. Within the