At some time, Wang Zhong, the leading general of the Xiongshan Army, had quietly returned carrying the severed head of the Pig-headed Demon. His presence was deep and insurmountable like mountains. Glancing at the large hand that stealthily swayed behind Yi Chen, he immediately understood the profound intent behind it and led the Xiongshan Army to retreat in formation.
The Hundred-Headed Demon Wolf glanced at the retreating soldiers of the Xiongshan Army in the distance, a uniformly cold smile tugging at the corners of all its heads, and shook its head, showing no intent to pursue.
Its gaze seemed as if it were watching a cluster of ants retreating.
As the ruler of the Western Extreme Demon Country, a powerful figure at the Fourth Realm of Breakthrough Limit, it saw the human race as mere ants—it could squash them effortlessly if they were close, but it felt it beneath its dignity to chase after them if they were far.
