Huang Mengyang didn't mince words, getting straight to the reason for his visit to the Supreme Profound Mountain Range.
"When Third Tier Demon Kings like you have less than a year to live and no hope of a breakthrough, we need you to be our sparring partners."
"And we're not allowed to fight back?" A chilling light flared in the Purple Mist Golden Tiger's eyes.
Huang Mengyang was completely unafraid.
"Of course not. I said it was for sparring, so you can naturally fight back. In fact, you must resist with all your might. And the battles will be one-on-one."
"And after we die?"
"The flesh and blood will be yours. The Demon Core and certain other parts will be ours. How you Demon Kings divide the flesh is your own business."
The law of the jungle—the strong preying on the weak—was held in high regard among Demon Beasts. Normally, when a Third Tier Demon King died, not even its bones would remain. The fallen Demon King would become a meal for the survivors.
