A truly great battle was coming. The King of Hundred Birds against the Snake Race's newly promoted Snake King. It was hard to say whether this new King of the Snake Clan was simply fated for conflict with the Yaoling Mountain Range, or if he was just naturally detestable.
He had burst onto the scene at his peak, immediately drawing the murderous attention of two Deep Mountain Demon Kings. Now, before he had even cleaned up his own mess, he had provoked the King of Hundred Birds.
At this rate, it looked as if he intended to make an enemy of the entire Yaoling Mountain Range.
Two Deep Mountain Demon Kings, plus another Demon King—such a lineup was like shaking hands with the Death God himself. Death could come at any minute.
The demons below erupted in discussion, their gazes all fixed on the Saint Peng King. The majestic sight of a Demon King's battle manifestation was not something one could see easily; this was a true feast for the eyes.
