Demonic Art of Explosion

"Lord Zhou, we must do something before our sect is destroyed by General Huge Penis!" A bald elder shouted.

In a blood red hall, a group of elders and a devilish looking patriarch sat together on stone chairs. The patriarch held a contemplative expression as he listened to the elders shout at each other and talk about the problems brought on by Simon's ruthless hunt.

At this point in time, Simon had destroyed half of the demonic sect's forces. With most of their disciples abandoning, the elders and the patriarch had to feel concerned. They did not even know who they had messed with, so negotiation seemed like a long shot. All they knew was that a general had been methodically slaughtering demonic sect people with only a small force of Foundation Building soldiers. While this might seem like a weak force to the demonic sect's elders, they now knew that underestimating 'General Huge Penis' would cost them more harm than good.