The Thunder Striking Demon King appeared to be an ordinary old man.
Song Lin had thought this fellow would be terrifyingly malevolent, but he looked rather kind and benevolent.
The Thunder Striking Mountain God glanced at the surrounding demons and humans, his gaze complicated.
How many years had this life been?
He could no longer remember—every day the same, endlessly monotonous.
A demonic thought was forming in his heart, gradually unraveling the shackles binding him.
He knew he was being used, but what could he do about it?
The Thunder Striking Mountain God slowly said to the crowd, "Guests are guests. Let's start with a dish. Someone, come!!"
Boom!
Black mist spewed from the Thunder Striking Mountain God's mouth, transforming into countless black-robed, faceless figures surrounding him.
"Kill all Taoist School disciples—leave no one alive!"
