King-level!
In their extremely limited understanding, only the Human Race's supreme King-level paragons should possess such terrifying speed, capable of tearing through space-time itself.
Despair washed over the five Demon Emperor descendants like an icy tide, drowning their hearts in an instant.
"Retreat!" Fu Ye's voice was shrill and distorted with sheer terror, almost tearing at the seams.
It didn't hesitate. Forgetting any thought of tying down the Human Race's defenders, the five streaks of light wheeled around in unison and fled frantically toward the eerie blue vortex that led to the Demon Realm—the Stargate.
Nothing was more important than survival. In the face of a King-level existence, they didn't even have the right to struggle!
Unfortunately, their reaction was a step too slow.
"Thinking of leaving now?"
A voice, so calm it betrayed no emotion, boomed like thunder directly in the depths of the five demons' souls.
