Five days later.
Celestial Domain.
"General Rokaka, the entire army is ready and can set out at any time."
Standing in front of millions of cosmic ships, Artax and the massive Evil Race member with a scar on his chest heard the report from the newcomer. The giant Evil Race member turned his head: "Pass the order, depart in a hundred breaths."
"Yes, General Rokaka!"
Rokaka turned back to continue watching the space tunnel, speaking in a deep voice to Artax beside him: "After today, the Demon Slayer will surely die by our hands. I, Rokaka, will personally take his head!"
"Of course, General Rokaka, your strength is undoubtedly the strongest. You will definitely kill that Demon Slayer," Artax nodded in agreement.
"Haha, I have already touched that threshold. The Demon Slayer is at most just a Daoist Ancestor; how could he be my match?" Rokaka said confidently.
