"All of you, come in."
A calm and indifferent voice came from the depths of the bamboo forest. Upon hearing this, the Evil Ancestor Demon Venerables exchanged glances and then, with heavy steps, walked into the bamboo forest.
Bamboo leaves fluttered and fell incessantly.
Upon reaching the depths of the bamboo forest, the Evil Ancestor Demon Venerables saw the fifteen Demon Kings and Demon Lords lying on the ground.
"Sir, they..."
"Millions of demons were handed to the Human Race in vain; they were ineffective in their task and deserved a heavy punishment. I have cut a thousand years of their cultivation." Without turning his head, the calm and silent figure continued to gently wipe the bamboo branch in his hand.
Before he finished speaking, the Demon Kings and Demon Lords lying on the ground gradually awoke, each with a bright red sword mark on their foreheads.
Their thousand years of cultivation had already been severed.
"Thank you, sir, for sparing us."
