When someone meddles with the power switch, someone else has to experience the shock.

Just as Luo Yan was packing up the bodies and spoils, humming a tune as he celebrated his return, the news of Morrag's defeat finally reached the Dragon Blood clan's headquarters.

When the Clan Leader Sanu heard that the High Priest Morrag and several Temple Warriors had died in battle, he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

And upon hearing that a thousand elite soldiers had all fallen, his fingernails dug deep into his flesh.

Seeing the bloodshot eyes of the Clan Leader, the Dragon Blood clan's scout dared not continue to tell him that the evil Demon King was also an Undead Mage.

The group of Demons not only won the battle but also packed up and took away the flesh and blood of the clan's members.

"You...go down first, I need to calm down for a while," said Sanu, panting heavily, waving the scout away.

The Dragon Blood clan's scout bowed his head and hurriedly left the clan's council chamber.

The curtain closed.

Almost at the same time as the footsteps faded, Sanu suddenly looked up and opened his wide jaws, releasing all his bottled-up anger in a roar.

"Ahhh!!"

Hate!

Such hatred!

This battle not only failed to cleanse the Dragon Blood clan's disgrace, but also led to the deaths of over a thousand elites.

Especially High Priest Morrag and Temple Warrior Zerick...

This battle had not only cost them most of their fortune but had also squandered the Dragon Blood clan's future potential!

After venting his chest's rage, Sanu took a deep breath, trying to cool his boiling Dragon Blood.

He needed to calmly think about where the future of the Dragon Blood clan was headed...

However, just then, hurried footsteps sounded again outside the door; the Dragon Blood clan's scout who had left earlier came rushing back, kneeling on one knee with a panicked expression.

"Clan Leader! An emissary from the Land of Nightmare requests an audience!"

The Land of Nightmare?

If he remembered correctly...that seemed to be a power from the second layer of the labyrinth.

At the previous "Summit Meeting," he had met the leader of the Land of Nightmare, who appeared to be a Little Demon...albeit one of a lowly bloodline.

But then again, what did this guy send an emissary here for?

At that meeting, they should have already agreed on their respective "boundaries"...

Narrowing his amber eyes, Sanu looked towards the kneeling scout at the doorway and said in a deep voice,

"Let him in."

"Yes!"

The scout obeyed and turned around.

Soon, a Little Demon fluttering its wings flew in from outside.

These guys are like flying Dwarves, but noisier than Dwarves. Moreover, their bodies are thin, their arms are like kindling, and they have ugly, scaleless faces just like humans.

Especially the smile on that guy's face, it made Sanu's chest surge with anger and unconsciously emit a beast-like sinister growl.

However, the floating Yousi was completely oblivious.

Especially when she saw the Clan Leader of these quadruped snakes wearing a bitter face, the smile on her face grew even more malicious, almost bursting into song with joy.

"Heh heh heh...what a frightful face. Let me guess, something happened? Could it be...you lost a battle? No way?"

As expected.

These Demons, who feed on negative emotions, are always so repugnant.

If it weren't for the fact that they had actually lost a battle and didn't want to offend the idiots from the second layer, he swore he would crush this creature like catching toads.

Sanu suppressed the rage in his heart, observing the Little Demon flitting about like a fly.

"Spit it out if you have something to say; I'm very busy and not in the mood for your antics," he grumbled.

"Yo, still quite tough, huh? Looks like you haven't been beaten severely enough,"

Yousi raised an eyebrow, a wicked smile curling on her lips as she flew up to the formidable lizard, looking down at his face holding back his anger.

"Hey, four-legged snake, our sovereign wants to know if you want to form an alliance; why not give it some thought? Ah, of course... it's definitely not because we find that Demon King too troublesome, but purely because our sovereign pities you—ugh!"

Yousi's words were only half-spoken when a roaring fist, like a fierce wind, slammed into her stomach.

Her eyes bulging, almost popping out of their sockets, she flew back like a sheet of paper blown by a wind, crashing hard against a wall lined with iron pipes.

Boom—!

The iron pipes dented inward from the impact!

Struggling to her feet, Yousi coughed up a mouthful of blood, her expression twisted, half in anger and half in astonishment.

"How dare you lay a hand on me—"

Her pupils turned a furious red as her lips quickly muttered a Spell from Hell.

However, standing opposite her was a skilled Melee Mage, and before she could spit out two syllables, a scaly claw covered her face, muffling her gurgling sounds.

"I show courtesy to your leader doesn't mean I need to respect you..."

Watching her face turn almost purple, Sanu squeezed out a venomous phrase through his teeth.

"As for you, you're just a winged rat...understand? You're all just a bunch of winged rats."

He stressed the term 'winged rats,' as if something painful was being prodded.

Unable to breathe, Yousi trembled all over, clutching desperately at the rock-solid claw but unable to break free, her defiant eyes replaced by fear and pleading.

Under that near-death terror, she finally couldn't hold back any longer.

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