The masses of the Human Race wept in helpless misery, ceaselessly crying the revered names of the Nine Emperors of Human Race, hoping They might tread through the long river of years and return, to quell the chaos of the world.
Dragon Sun was silent, Starfire fell into stillness, Zhao Heng left no trace, the Azure Lotus was lost…
The great calamity that the Demon Clan's beings once endured was now, bit by bit, being paid back in full to the Human Race!
The hatred between the two races was deeper than the sea, higher than the sky; even the waters of the Ninth Heaven could not wash it clean!
Yet the Human Race had, after all, held dominion over the Martial World for a million years as its hegemonic power; what the Demon Clan could not accomplish did not mean the Human Race could not.
On the Central Region Divine Continent, in Xiao City, countless people were frenziedly shouting the name of the Soul Killing Demon Lord, whether aged and stooped, or tender and young.
