"These... Lines... Bad... Inscriptions!"
Thirty-seven struggled to complain even under Chasing Demon's suppression.
However, the three Demons didn't mind his words.
They hadn't seen each other since the exile of the demon sects, and they weren't even sure about their survival.
Chasing Demon had lived hidden in the exoskeleton of the Purple corals, afflicted by anger and vengeful thoughts.
The Chasing demon sect had thrived in the islands of the archipelago, but it didn't have the power to peek at the lands ruled by the three big nations in those years.
The Patriarch of the Hive couldn't look for the remains of his companions even when the Coral archipelago became independent.
The Hive was simply too weak.
Years spent in regret and sorrow had honed his individuality, leading him to create a cultivation technique and reach the sixth rank even if part of his potential had been wasted.
Instead, the other two elders had stayed in the separate dimension for the whole time.
