At the same time, at the Demon Race Base Camp.
The Demon King paced back and forth angrily, exuding a terrifying aura.
The news of the Holy See's massacre shocked him immensely.
He didn't expect Zhang Beixing's actions to be so swift and decisive.
"Damn, this vampire is too arrogant."
The Demon King gritted his teeth, speaking with malice.
"Daring to destroy the Holy See, does he not put our Demon Race in his eyes?"
But immediately, he calmed down.
His gaze was deep, as if he was calculating something.
"No, things aren't that simple."
"With that man's wisdom and means, he must have planned everything long ago."
"Now that the Holy See has fallen, the Human Realm will be in chaos."
"And he is the biggest winner profiting from this."
Thinking of this, a trace of wariness flashed in the Demon King's eyes.
He knew he might have underestimated the other party.
If no measures are taken to turn the tide, the cause might be lost.
"Send my orders, gather the elite of the race."
