Staring at the annihilated Red Flame Demon Emperor beneath the Yama World-Destroying Wheel, Fang Yuan felt an indescribable rush of satisfaction. He threw his head back and laughed skyward, his overwhelming aura sweeping across the land.
Now that all three Demon Emperors had fallen, the war between Tiger Demon Mountain and the Ancestral Demon Hall was essentially over. The remaining small fry could be crushed with the flip of a hand.
"Patriarch!"
Seeing their three ancestors killed so swiftly, the members of the three top demon clans were all red-eyed, crying out in terror.
Yet, after the initial surge of rage passed, fear of death swept through their hearts, one by one.
"Run for your lives!"
No one knew who first shouted from the crowd, but the three top demon clans—like the Red Flame Demon Race—suddenly broke into a frenzied retreat. Even the Tier Eight experts of Tiger Demon Mountain couldn't stop these desperate madmen.
