Four of the Demon Kings from the Twelve Great Races were now dead. Four Demon Kings, killed consecutively in a single day. The scale of the loss was staggering.
It was as if ancient emperors were dropping dead one after another, their deaths utterly worthless.
From the Poison Flower Demon Monarch, the Hundred Eyed Demon King, and the Bat King at the very beginning, to the Saint Peng King just now, they had fallen one after another. The impact on the race army was nothing short of devastating.
The race army, which was supposed to be an overwhelming force, a veritable tidal wave of beasts, hadn't even managed to break through the gates of the Snake Palace.
This wasn't how the script was supposed to go at all. The main forces of the race army were completely tied down; even the Gray Demon King was entangled with a Skeleton Snake that was none other than the Deep Mountain Demon King.
