After a long moment of struggle, the stinger in the White Demon King's hand strangely vanished. Across from him, the ranks of assembled snakes breathed a sigh of relief.
Elder Snake turned his head and gave a slight bow in that distant direction.
"White Demon King, you can't let that Snake Spirit live. If you do, the consequences will be endless."
Just as the White Demon King was about to give up, another strange voice sounded in his ear.
'Gray Demon King?' The moment he heard the voice, he instantly recognized the speaker, much to his surprise. This was the Gray Demon King, one of the five Great Deep Mountain Demon Kings of the Yaoling Mountain Range, same as himself. The Gray Demon King ruled his own territory; his true form was a rat, and he was the Supreme Monarch of the Rat Lineage.
In the very next instant, the White Demon King understood why the Gray Demon King had appeared and said such a thing.
