In the valley where his lair was located, there were as many as ten thousand demon soldiers residing.
The Iron Horn King laughed wildly and shouted, startling all the other demon soldiers awake. Now, the ten thousand demon soldiers surrounded Gao Xuan on all sides. Following the clamor of Iron Horn King, the momentum indeed seemed greater.
Ripple frowned slightly. She wasn't afraid, she just felt a natural abhorrence toward the demons in front of her.
Ripple was a spiritual being formed by the Gao Xuan Sword Intent, the purest of spirits. She was naturally repulsed by the vile and corrupt aura of demons.
Gao Xuan gently comforted, "Be patient, soon we'll turn them all to ashes."
The Iron Horn King's blood-red eyes bulged, "Just you?"
As he spoke, he was about to make a move, but Black Horn, standing beside the Iron Horn King, volunteered, "My king, no need for you to act, I can take care of him."
