In the southeast corner of the Western Continent, atop the volcanic throne.
King Kuangshan suddenly opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of black blood, his robust body trembling incessantly.
— Just now, he had forcibly summoned the demonic spirit, only to be abruptly interrupted during the ritual, suffering a backlash.
The cow demon roared with its head lifted, driven beyond rage, while the horde of creatures at the mouth of the volcano bowed their heads in tremors.
That one "moo," if translated into the Human Race language, would elegantly be dozens of "unfilial offspring," while more rudely, it would be "damn it."
Bastards!
These young humans were pushing it too far!
At the same time, in the East Sea training area.
The wisp of King Kuangshan's demonic spirit had not completely dispersed, but at this moment, apart from glaring, it was unable to make any further moves.