Luohu stands at the forefront, accompanied by twelve supreme demon lords from various clans, all rulers of the Holy Demon Clan.
An absolutely luxurious lineup.
Facing such enemies, aside from Ancestral Daoist Xia, is there really anyone else in the world who can challenge them?
Luohu appears, first gazing across the sea at the island's apocalyptic scene, with the corners of his mouth raised high, the arc so great as if it might split in the next moment, his smile wickedly eerie and indescribable.
"How can humans triumph over Heaven?"
"Heaven won't tolerate him; no matter how he resists, it's all in vain. Don't you think it's pitiful?"
Then, Luohu no longer cares about Lu Qingshan, who, in his view, is doomed to a fate of near-certain death on the isolated island, and instead addresses Chu Mu, who stands blocking their path outside the island.
His tone is calm yet dismissive.
The twelve demon lords beside him exchange glances.
