The First Demon King was the oldest of all Demon Kings. Thanks to his hundreds of years of cultivation, he was able to maintain his human appearance -- as opposed to the other Demon Kings who kept their beastly heads.
Merely the two horns that stuck out from his head pointed at his demonic nature.
At the moment, the ruler of the Demonic Realm was watching some show at his grand manor, courtesy of his capable subordinate.
By using her Third Eye, the Three-Eyed Realm Wanderer was able to project images from all over the Demonic Realm to a flat surface.
Right now, she was showing the First Demon King images from the Third and Fourth Demon Kings' territories.
Rows and rows of demon soldiers emerged from their areas, all of them heading toward the First Demon King's territory.
"A riot? Both of them at once? What a coincidence," the First Demon King remarked with a hint of amusement. "I smell a conspiracy."
