At the exact moment when Fierce Blade Hongming's blade penetrated the Mongolian Skin Grassman, Demon King Chili, who had just returned to the grand hall in the ruins, felt an itch in his left eye, but in an instant, he had regained normalcy.
"What's going on here? Did the wind blow some dust into my eye?"
Shaking his head, the brows of Demon King Chili furrowed.
Next, he half-closed his eyes, and through internal vision, he scanned his body several times.
Assured that there was nothing abnormal with his body, he could only come up with this explanation to barely justify everything that happened.
With Demon King Chili stationed there and under the leadership of those few Earth-level demon beasts under his command, the demon beasts swept through the area.
In the blink of an eye, seven days had passed.
"Damn it, what kind of curse is this? It could strip all my senses away in an instant..."
