On the right-hand side were several Great Demon Kings, led by Fu Yan.
However, the seats on both sides of the conference table were much sparser than during their last secret meeting.
Both the heads of the Shadow Division and the Great Demon Kings had lost forces during the first full-scale offensive several months prior.
The empty seats were a silent testament to the price paid for the Human Race's tenacious counterattack.
"Report on the situation in your respective areas over the last month."
Wujing Demon Saint's fingertips tapped lightly on the cold metal armrest, his calm voice breaking the silence.
"Reporting to the Demon Saint," Great Demon King Fu Yan, seated first to Wujing's right, spoke almost immediately, his deep voice laced with a suppressed urgency.
