"Dead... They're all dead!"
The head of a handsome, demonic-looking young man floated on the boiling sea, his once-wicked and charming face now twisted into a mask of terrified pallor.
In the Wine-Drinking Demon Venerable's trembling pupils, the reflection of the now-empty stretch of sea behind him was all that remained—
Just moments ago, a Demon Race army tens of thousands strong had been stationed there, yet now, not even a speck of dust was left.
If the Wine-Drinking Demon Venerable hadn't been a step faster in his escape, he would have followed in the Ox Demon Venerable's footsteps, unable to even keep his head!
'One spear nearly annihilated two Mahayana masters! Just who in the world is this woman?!'
The Wine-Drinking Demon Venerable had no time to ponder. Just as he was about to flee this disastrous place, he found his head locked in place by a terrifying Divine Sense.
"You were just... staring at my feet, weren't you?"
