Hearing the White Marsh Demon Emperor's words, Qin Ming's heart stirred.
He had schemed in this place for so long—hadn't he been waiting for these very words?
Even so, he put on an exceedingly obedient look, cupped his fists, and said:
"Since the Demon Emperor has given the order, this subordinate will certainly not fail the mission!"
"Very good. I will have someone notify you of the exact departure date later. Go and make your preparations." The White Marsh Demon Emperor said, "Over the past century, the Demon Race has suffered setbacks against the Human Race and Devil Race on the Spirit Realm frontlines, and then endured the Insect Calamity. This time, I hope you can lead the army and turn the tide."
"Restore the Demon Race's glory! It is the unshirkable duty of our generation!" Qin Ming gave a forceful salute.
At those words, even the White Marsh Demon Emperor felt his blood surge, secretly thinking that he had truly not misjudged the man.
This White Ape Demon Commander will surely be able to shoulder the Demon Race's banner!
After the battle at Phoenix Flame Mountain, the White Ape Demon Commander's fierce reputation had already spread throughout the Ancient Demon Realm.
There were even rumors that Old Freak Feng, an Body Integration Realm cultivator of the Night Owl Clan, had fallen by his hand.
Afterward.
Qin Ming accepted the military order. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly recalled something and immediately asked the White Marsh Demon Emperor:
"Demon Emperor, may I ask who the other two fellow Daoists heading to the Spirit Realm will be?"
The White Marsh Demon Emperor replied blandly, "They have not yet been decided. Your merits are sufficient, and you also captured the Sacred Feather Demon Kingdom's Holy Son, so I made