Sensing the demonic presence, Zhou Yanfei turned to Yan Hara and said grimly, "We’ll continue this conversation later."
Without another word, his gaze shifted toward the middle of the battlefield, where a shadowy figure had emerged out of thin air.
Once its form came into focus, the figure revealed itself to be a grey-skinned demon—its body devoid of any visible crystal, a clear indication that it was at least a Demon General.
"Quickly! Seal it!" several Demon Sealers shouted in panic, instinctively rushing forward to subdue the threat.
"Don’t be reckless!" Zhou Yanfei warned sharply, but his voice came a second too late.
"Foolish livestock!" the demon sneered with contempt, its voice laced with cruel amusement. In the very next instant, a wave of oppressive force erupted from its body—followed by a thunderous explosion. The surrounding Demon Sealers were instantly reduced to a mist of blood and flesh, their deaths so sudden and brutal that it left the battlefield in stunned silence.
"That level of prowess! It has to be a Demon Emperor!" Yan Hara exclaimed.
Unfortunately, she’d already exhausted herself, and it would take some time before she could recover and help. Yet, she wasn’t too worried, since the Divine Paragon himself was present.
Yuan turned his focus onto the demon with narrowed eyes.
"A Demon Emperor...?" he muttered under his breath.
Yet, its presence was unfamiliar. Three Demon Emperors had once escaped with their lives, and he’d slain one not long ago. That should’ve left only two—both of whom he could recognize without fail.
So who was this one?
’Did a new one emerge?’ Yuan pondered silently. But with the Demon Realm sealed, no new demons should’ve appeared. That could only mean one thing—this one had ascended to the rank of Demon Emperor after the Demon Realm was sealed.
However, an evolution of that magnitude would demand a tremendous amount of time, countless sacrifices, and opportunities that should’ve long vanished with the end of the Demonic Era.
"How dare you call us foolish?" Zhou Yanfei stepped forward, unshaken by its overwhelming pressure. "You may be a Demon Emperor, but this is the heart of the Demon Sealing Grotto. Not even you can deal with all of us alone."
The Demon Emperor let out a low, mocking laugh. "Who said anything about being alone?"
It clapped its hands once, softly.
A moment later, the space around them twisted.
One after another, dark silhouettes emerged from the shadows, their auras vile and suffocating. In mere moments, hundreds of demons of varying ranks blanketed the horizon, encircling the Demon Sealing Grotto.
The expressions of the Demon Sealers darkened. In an instant, the tides had turned. The sheer number of demons was overwhelming, enough to threaten even the Demon Sealing Grotto.
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