Inside the Demon Realm's battlefield, the true Demon avatar of the Demon Lord was defeated once again by the combined efforts of several Great Saints.
Countless Magic Qi began to gather, as the Demon Lord reappeared yet again.
"Demon Lord, your Sacred Body is now injured, leave the Demon Realm, you were once a Great Saint of the Human Clan." Said the young man holding the Primordial Supreme Treasure Sword indifferently, showing no worry about repercussions from the Demon Lord.
"Haha, I have experienced countless eras of rise and fall in the Three Thousand Realms, it took me three eras to finally sit in this position."
"Now you, a brat not yet 30,000 years old, want me to leave with just a few words, are you dreaming?"
A unique aura emanated from the Demon Lord, originally cold and stern, he began to appear more bizarre.
The battlefield distorted strangely along with the Demon Lord's change.
