Jiang Ding walked past the Ice Phoenix Demon Monarch, who was prostrated on the ground, ascending to sit on the Ice Snow Throne that symbolized the pinnacle of power in the Western Desert Demon Race Dynasty, his right hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
He remained silent, gazing at the distant sky, his thoughts unknown.
All around, silence reigned, plunging into a death-like stillness.
The Demon Emperor, Demon Monarchs of various royal families, and tens of thousands of Demon Kings and Generals outside the palace were all trembling, their hearts filled with boundless fear, yet they dared not make a sound.
Even their breathing involuntarily became restrained.
Like sheep facing a bloodthirsty ancient beast, they feared that the slightest disturbance would bring about a dreadful result of death to all.
'Tushan! Tushan!'
'Heavenly Monarch, Heavenly Monarch!'
'Ah ah ah ah ah...'
