"The final battle involved the joint efforts of the human, demon, and monster clans to take him down. That battle mobilized seven Immortal Monarch-level figures and countless experts from the Cultivation World to finally and utterly destroy him."
"And..."
He glanced at Jiang Feng.
Indeed, even in such circumstances, the Demon Night True Monarch didn't use his full strength and always left an escape route, masterfully using the tactic of 'shedding the golden cicada.'"
He awkwardly rubbed his nose.
Although he didn't have much fondness for that Demon Lord, he held great respect for strong individuals, especially for someone who dared to challenge the entire Cultivation World—an act that could only be described as insane.
A gentle breeze brushed past, bringing a hint of coolness. Liu Xianzi, acting a bit like a young girl for once, curled her body entirely into Ao Qing's thick and dense fur.
