"You've killed our clan's Demon Lord, snatched our Supreme Treasure, even with a hundred lives you'd struggle to survive, let alone reincarnate... Oh no, you won't even have the chance to reincarnate, for you are fated to die, all of your True Spirits shall perish!" A cold and overbearing voice descended from the sky as a tall Demon Shadow enveloped in thick Demonic Qi stepped upon the Demon Bridge, striding across the heavens towards him.
The Demon Bridge was no ordinary construct; one moment it was at the horizon, the next it extended right before Yang Ji.
The towering Demon Shadow standing atop the Demon Bridge also revealed its true face at this moment, with chiseled features, cold eyes, and a face filled with supreme authority. A single Demon Rune at the brow, as if a Demon Ancestor had descended, emitting a terrifying aura akin to the Peak of the Demon Lord, causing immense shock and impact.
