"They're dead. The Young Master and the Demon God Inheritor were all killed by that thief, not even their Divine Souls were left behind!"
This news was like a bolt from the blue, exploding in the minds of all the strong individuals.
You must know that the Little Peacock King and his peers were the prodigies cultivated by the Demon Race at all costs, using all available resources and Spirit Medicines.
They were leaders of the new generation of the Demon Race and were held in high regard by the strong ones of their race.
If anything happened to them, there would be a huge void in talent for the entire Demon Race!
Even the Demon God Ancestor, who sat with eyes closed in a state of meditative serenity, suddenly opened his eyes.
The Peacock King hadn't reacted yet, and the Great Transcendent Demon in his hand disappeared in an instant, appearing before the Demon God Ancestor.
