Just as Overlord Pan fell into dire straits.
The Devil Race's elite guards scattered in all directions also suffered a catastrophic plunge in morale. Uneasy panic shrouded their hearts, and a small number had already begun entertaining other thoughts, planning to flee the battlefield.
White Bone Demon Lord was one of them.
As an eighteenth-rank titled Grand Commander of the Devil Race, even among the Overlord's guards, where experts gathered like clouds, he could be considered a pillar holding up the sky.
Once, he had taken great pride in his status and had been incomparably loyal to the great Overlord.
But as the situation changed, as the great Overlord became increasingly violent, unpredictable in joy and rage, and repeatedly devoured the essence of his own kind to heal himself, a portion of his subordinates, including White Bone Demon Lord, had long since become fearful and uneasy.
Moreover, under orders from his superiors, White Bone Demon Lord himself had done no small number of things that harmed his own people.
Coupled with the increasingly rampant activities of the resistance organization Crimson Dawn, which had thrown the entire Demon Realm into frequent chaos and turbulence, many Devil Race members naturally began to feel that Overlord Pan was no longer capable of controlling the overall situation and that the heavens were about to change.
And this time—
Overlord Pan had even fallen into an Immortal Clan ambush and was visibly about to be slain on the spot. White Bone Demon Lord felt it was necessary to plan a way out for himself.
Originally, he had been pursuing Wang Songyi and Wang Jinna. But now, seeing that the situation was far from right, he deliberately slowed his pursuit, intending to find an opportunity to flee far away, hide first in some concealed spatial fissure,