That once invincible Golden Horn Ancestor... is he just gone like that?
Vanished with just one punch from that person, without even a decent commotion?
This feeling is more absurd, more terrifying by a thousandfold than seeing a protective barrier collapse instantly. The immense cognitive shock left their minds blank.
"Gol...Golden Horn Ancestor..."
A demon race lieutenant barely reaching the threshold of transformation muttered in a daze, his legs trembling uncontrollably, finally collapsing to the ground with a "thud," as a foul stench spread from him.
This slight sound seemed to ignite the fuse of fear.
"The Ancestor... is dead!!"
"It's him!"
"That fiend! He's back again!!"
An old demon who had once seen his figure during Jiang Shu's havoc in the demon race's inner domain and had escaped by luck now finally recognized the silhouette in the cyan Daoist robe.
Horrific memories flooded his mind like a tide, shattering his last bit of sanity.
