"Human Clan, you deserve to die," the three-headed Ger Demon King snarled, his eyes shooting out divine light, making the surrounding air boil.
This was a massive beast, like a mountain, its entire body resembling a gigantic hippopotamus but with three heads.
The heads looked similar to that of a hippopotamus.
At the top of his head, there appeared a three-dimensional eerie rune pattern resembling an eye.
It was filled with a massive aura of black death.
"The vanished race of Bimong?"
Ao Moyun exclaimed in shock, finally recognizing the origins of the three-headed Ger Demon King.
It was actually the long-extinct race of Bimong.
The Bimong race was even older and more powerful than the Dark Night Clan.
Their numbers were few, but each one was terrifyingly strong. They had a racial gift, too: the older they got, the more terrifying their wisdom and power became.
