To some weaker members of the Demon Race, any one Demon Venerable could easily wipe out their entire race.
So long as the Demon Lords did not appear, within this vast Demon Domain—
A Demon Venerable was the very sky above a region.
Many Demon Races survived only by attaching themselves beneath a certain Demon Venerable.
Likewise, any Demon Race, as long as one Demon Monarch advanced to Demon Venerable—
That Demon Race would become a truly powerful clan.
Second only to the great clans like the Dragon and Phoenix.
They might even have the chance to intermarry with those of diluted bloodline among the Dragon and Phoenix Clans.
It was no different from rising to the heavens in a single step.
But at this very moment, in their eyes, the two Demon Venerables who had seemed as lofty as the blue sky had actually fallen dead, without even their souls managing to flee!
Just who was this green-robed man standing tall in the Void?
And what kind of immense might was this!
