In front of the Ice Snow Palace, a young man in green appeared.
Jiang Ding said nothing.
He unleashed a burst of Sword Qi, cutting through the protective shield of the Demon Race's inherited treasure—the Ice Emperor's Mobile Palace—ignoring the furious Demon Kings and guards around him.
He walked straight toward the center of the palace, oblivious to the rest, with a clear goal in mind.
"Human Race True Lord!"
"Kill!"
"Dare to violate the Emperor's Mobile Palace, kill him!"
A Demon King at the peak level, the Bull-Horned Demon King, had blood-red eyes.
Despite facing a Human Race True Lord, he showed no fear and, holding a giant axe, charged straight ahead with several dozen Demon Kings, forming an Army Formation to attack together.
Their rage was extreme, as if their highest belief had been desecrated.
"Kill!"
Some distance away, large groups of Demons, whether Demon Kings or Demon Generals, rushed toward them with murderous intent.
