He sighed inwardly, wondering when this war would ever end.
A similar sigh echoed once more in King Niumo's cave mansion. Jade-faced Princess, massaging his shoulders, said, "Why worry so much, my king? Until now, the Buddhist Sect hasn't gained any advantage."
However, King Niumo felt no joy from these words; having been in the Three Realms for many years, he knew full well the power of the Buddhist Sect. As of now, they had only revealed the tip of the iceberg.
Their success did not depend on their own strength but on how much power the Buddhist Sect was prepared to use against them.
This was the current predicament of the Demon Clan.
King Niumo silently raised his head and looked out at the sky, where the golden net constantly reminded him that this place would soon be engulfed in flames of war.
The Zhilei Mountain, which he had painstakingly managed for many years, would ultimately face a storm.
