The next moment, everyone understood Tianmiao's intention.
The painful expression on He Ling's face vanished, replaced by a sinister cold smile. He steadied himself, suddenly extended his hand into his own body, and pulled out the remnant soul of Han Le.
The crowd was struck silent by the unexpected turn of events.
What on earth was going on?
"Demon! Demon Lord!" Han Le's panicked voice echoed, "My lord, spare me. Spare me, and I will serve you faithfully unto death." This demonic energy, capable of engulfing him, could only be wielded by the Demon Lord.
The faces of the great elders instantly paled. Could it be possible? No, impossible! How could the Demon Lord appear here?
Demon Lord!
The most powerful demon in this world.
To what extent was his power? According to the secret documents of each sect, back then, all the cultivators gathered to besiege him, but to no avail. The City Lord of White Jade City led all the experts from the city to join the siege, yet still failed.
