The demons lying on the ground slowly arched their bodies, their ghostly eyes fixed intently on Baili An.
Finally, they lowered their gaze, none leaving, kneeling on one knee, their hands crossed in front of their chests, pressing their foreheads against their hands, they declared in unison:
"We wish to follow you, to wage a battle, and stir the winds and clouds!"
On this day, the demons raised the swords in their hands, thrusting them into the disgraceful collars confined around their necks, blowing the horns within their hearts.
It's either shattering the collar of servitude or cutting their heads off along with the swords in their hands.
The answer is destined to be embossed with blood.
Boundless demons, why fear sacrifice!
To Baili An, relying solely on these thousand-plus demons is certainly far from enough to contend against the rules and order of this world.
However, this is just the beginning.
