"He's gone! That demon is finally gone!"
"I'm not dead! HAHAHA!"
Watching Ye Wushuang depart, the Beastmen cackled madly, one after another collapsing to the ground, overwhelmed with the relief of having survived. They had been terrified that Ye Wushuang would fly into a thunderous rage and smite them dead with a single palm strike. That kind of power left them feeling utterly helpless.
Standing amidst the crowd, Prince Mor Ke's face was also deathly pale.
From the moment he saw Ye Wushuang step out of the Demon Nether Mountain and reappear before him, he had been frozen in shock.
He couldn't believe that not even the Purgatory Demon Fire could kill Ye Wushuang. The realization struck a terror that chilled him to the soul.
That was why he had remained hidden, terrified of being recognized. Even now that Ye Wushuang was gone, his heart still pounded with lingering fear.
RUMBLE!
