The Demon Emperor Descends! Fugui, You Set Me Up

Inside the secluded cultivation chamber.

Ancestor Longyan stood suspended in the air, the Yin Sha Codex floating above her head and bolstering her control over the power of the Heavenly Dao laws.

A dead Demon King stood before her.

Like most other Demon Kings, it possessed an incomparably robust build. Its skin and muscles were as hard as Profound Iron, and at first glance even gleamed with a metallic cold light. Its defensive power was clearly extraordinary.

Yet what was most distinctive was the pair of broad gray bat wings growing from its back.

Unlike ordinary bat wings, these were covered in fine, long gray fur. Every strand was as smooth as brocade satin, and upon closer sensing, one could detect profound energy fluctuations within them.

Clearly, these extraordinary bat wings embodied its primary abilities.

This Demon King was known as the Gray-wing Demon King.

Though he was not an elite Demon King famed for overwhelming combat power, he excelled at surprise attacks and escapes. He was also a veteran among Demon Kings, a true old hand on the battlefield, and quite renowned even among ordinary Demon Kings.

Ordinarily, old hands had a high survival rate on the battlefield.

Unfortunately, he had encountered the Chaoyang King—a Chaoyang King who had learned to play dirty and, at the crucial moment, throw down her trump card.

The Chaoyang King had slain the Gray-wing Demon King precisely because his escape speed was too fast. Leaving him alive would easily have introduced variables, so she had eliminated a threat.

The Gray-wing Demon King likely never dreamed that after dying, he would still be refined into a corpse puppet.

Under Ancestor Longyan's control, streams of deep, pitch-black Nether Profound Qi enveloped the Gray-wing Demon King, continuously drilling into his body.

Washed by the power of