The situation at the night court underwent a dramatic change in the span of a day, with a massacre unknown to the outside world silently unfolding in the palace.
The Female Demon Lord's faint yet commanding question plunged the entire grand hall into a deathly silence, to which no one dared to respond for a long time.
Among the prostrate demon ministers, their robes were soaked and stained red with the blood on the ground.
It was as if they were bearing an unbearable weight; once they knelt, without specific orders, they dared not rise for a long time.
Zangxin supported his head as he knelt on the ground, his thoughts hidden beneath his mask.
And now, among the demon ministers who survived the court, many had attended the night court but did not follow Zangxin's faction in causing chaos.
Although they listened to Zangxin's words and beat the Heavenly Drum together, which should have been a great crime.
