Qing Yuan descended like a meteor, his divine consciousness swept across hundreds of miles like radar, accurately locking onto the Demon General's wretched figure.
In an instant, he appeared before him.
"You..."
The Demon General was horrified and wanted to yell, but Qing Yuan didn't bother talking to him. He launched his Sword of Divine Consciousness and forcefully invaded the Demon General's Sea of Consciousness.
The Demon General's defenses within his Sea of Consciousness were as good as nothing, collapsing in a split second. The sword penetrated into the core area.
A large amount of top-secret information flooded in like a tide.
Qing Yuan's eyes flickered, filtering out the irrelevant thoughts and searching for the most important information.
A prince of the Demon Race?
In front of him, along with the Demon General's memory, appeared an eccentric child with red hair, who looked only three or four years old and had a three-point hint of evilness between his eyebrows.