As Mo Ying, the Demon Emperor, he was all too clear about this power, and the gathering of such force filled him with a deep-seated tremble, a great fear lurking in the shadows.
Indeed, he even seemed to see a shadowy figure in a black dragon robe, standing between heaven and earth, seemingly overlooking him, staring him down.
Chen Yuan.
It was Chen Yuan!
Without a trace of hesitation, Mo Ying tore open the void and fled without looking back, the thought of delivering a grand gift evaporating in that moment.
He was entirely certain that Chen Yuan had left behind a trap at Zhen Nan Pass, just waiting for him to make a move, and then to completely ensnare him. It was simply too terrifying.
Now he only wished to escape, carrying the demon race away into the depths of the Southern Border.
Waiting for thousands of years, until the downfall of the Central Plains Dynasty, to then make a comeback.
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