Mu Can was utterly unaware of the shock his actions had brought to those around him.
A severed head held in his hand was still alive; Zheng Ming almost stumbled and fell when he saw the head of the Demon Lord.
As a Saint Heir of the Sect, he certainly knew how incredibly powerful one must be to live without a body, an existence terrifying enough to match his master's cultivation. But now, it was in Mu Can's hands.
"Hehe, it looks like things aren't going well for you?" The Demon Lord woke from his slumber, opening his eyes and instantly understood the situation as he gazed at the dark masses of the Demon Clan army.
"Clamorous." Mu Can coldly said as he looked at the Demon Lord.
"Today, I brought you out to let you watch with your own eyes how this army of the Demon World soldiers will be annihilated," Mu Can said coldly with a smile, holding out the head of the Demon Lord. This was partly to intimidate those from the Demon World, and partly to boost the morale of his own troops.
