"We welcome the transcendent master!"
Here it comes again. Emperor Yuan looked up at the sky, at the faintly visible giant face, and couldn't help feeling overwhelmed with helplessness.
If only his level were a bit higher.
The dark clouds churned like roaming dragons, and then descended towards the ground, finally transforming into a figure cloaked in gray. It was none other than the usual appearance of Stuttgard.
"We pay our respects to the transcendent master!" Several powerful demons expressed their utmost respect. Among the ten great demon lords, Stuttgard was undoubtedly the most powerful. Despite being a defector from the Divine race, it didn't diminish the admiration the demons held for him.
Stuttgard nodded lightly, his gaze fixed on Emperor Yuan, or rather, the purple soft sword in Emperor Yuan's hand.