Eh? Why Is That Little Daemon Dead Already?
編集者: EndlessFantasy Translation
Beneath a seemingly plain hill at Mount Changbai.
Ooom.
Space rippled, and soon, a fox daemon covered entirely in a red coat of fur appeared. It was almost ten meters in length and had two wings protruding from its back, and it suddenly appeared over the grasslands.
It shook its fur coat when it landed and reared its head, baring its teeth as it barked several times at the skies. Then, laughing coldly and smugly, it said, "That trash Three Blades Lin actually dared to make an attempt on this emperor's life?"
"After returning to the Holy Ground of this emperor's tribe, the eminences had bestowed this emperor with daemonic cultivation techniques and an intermediate grade soul weapon. Moreover, this emperor is now Feral Emperor-pinnacle, and not even the Golden-Winged Roc nor the Dragoncroc Emperor are a match for this emperor now."