However, the gains were also immense.
The resources and scriptures from the two Demon Generals would all become his nourishment for growth.
Especially the Demon General from the Howling Moon clan, whose bloodline greatly aided him.
'But it's still not enough!'
Liang Hui whispered in his heart.
If you're going to do something, do it to the greatest, most extreme extent.
Liang Hui recovered slightly.
He turned around!
He looked in the direction of An Yue City, a bloodthirsty smile emerging on his face.
His figure flashed and then vanished into the void.
...
An Yue City.
The center where earth veins and water veins converge.
At the moment when the silver-armored middle-aged man died,
the deep tolling of a bell suddenly rang out, echoing throughout the entire city.
Nine consecutive tolls—all of the Howling Moon clan felt sorrow.
Nine strikes of the bell signified the fall of a Demon General.
