Below him, two people were kneeling on one knee.
One of them was very familiar; he was the leader of the Shadow Pavilion.
The other person was a pure-blooded demon, with goat horns, a tall and mighty physique, and long flaxen hair that cascaded down his back like a waterfall, exuding arrogance amidst the messiness.
Its face is half-hidden beneath a dark, ghostly mask, which is engraved with ancient runes that can distort reality and confuse enemies.
"I don't want to see this plan fail again, or you know what the consequences will be!"
The Demon Lord Chonglou looked down at the two below, his tone indifferent and ruthless, carrying a hint of murderous intent.
"Demon Lord, if I fail to complete this task, I am willing to commit suicide to atone for my sins!"
The demon man wearing a ghost mask spoke in a low, firm voice.
Then he changed the subject, his gaze sweeping coldly over the Shadow Pavilion Master beside him, "But if anyone fails to cooperate, I will not tolerate it."
The Shadow Pavilion Master stood to the side, head bowed and silent, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes.
Damn it, who are you calling incompetent?
Otherwise, seeing that you're the Demon Lord's confidant, I would have slapped you twice across the face long ago.
He cursed in his heart, but that was all he wanted to do.
The Shadow Pavilion Master quickly raised his head and said respectfully, "Demon Lord, if we fail this time, I am willing to atone with my death!"
"Very good."
Chonglou's lips curled up slightly, revealing an enigmatic smile.
"You can rest assured, how could a mere mortal immortal possibly stop the return of my demon race?"
"If this succeeds, you will be credited with a great achievement!"
"Our demon race will last for thousands of generations and will surely destroy the human race and rule the Heavenly Profound Realm."
The two quickly knelt down and shouted in unison.
The sound echoed deafeningly in the empty palace!
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