Time flows on, whether it be old friends or enemies, they are all changing.
The same on the Heaven Martial Continent, as well as the Nine Heavens Northern Border...
The young boy in straw sandals from the past has grown up. Now, he has a robust physique, muscles hidden beneath his skin, and a firm face with a bronze complexion, giving his entire being an added sense of heavy power.
Thick black hair draped over his shoulders, exuding authority without anger.
He had just been through a great battle, with hundreds of strong Demon Race warriors lying dead at his feet, corpses scattered everywhere, blood forming rivers, like a living hell.
"Anan," Wuxian spoke.
"Lord Demon Emperor, I'm here."
"Go inform them, submit or die." Wuxian's gaze was deep, revealing a chilling and imposing aura.
Anan nodded and turned away.
The demon race cultivators who had come from afar to watch the battle were all shocked by this scene.
The youth of the Demon Emperor Clan has grown.
