The forces of the Demon Race were spread throughout the Endless Mountain Range. They might have seemed scattered, but they all maintained incredibly close ties.
Furthermore, the Demon Race is known for holding grudges.
Now that the instructors from Gale Light Academy had killed one of their members, they were certain to face the Demon Race's furious, storm-like retribution.
Fortunately, the Demon Race had only dispatched two Demon Kings this time.
"Lord, those human Martial Kings are about to catch up! Please, I beg you to lend me a hand."
When Ye Xuan didn't respond, the Eagle-Roc Demon King grew anxious. He repeatedly glanced behind him as he spoke, his voice laced with panic.
"In that case, come down."
After a moment's thought, Ye Xuan spoke nonchalantly. He then commanded his shadowy avatar to return to his location.
The Eagle-Roc Demon King hurried to follow the shadowy form.
