"Commander, have you truly resolved yourself? If we do this, we'll be standing in absolute opposition to Demon Emperor Wotan! When that time comes, it'll be a fight to the bitter end—life or death, no retreat! But my strength..."
In a small town outside the Demonic Imperial Capital, fake Princess Serena and several elders of Titus's Old Guard were hiding in a secret underground chamber. Besides them, there were also dozens of Demon Sovereign-level experts and over a thousand Demon Emperor-level powerhouses gathered here—this was the full fighting strength Titus's Old Guard had managed to build up to this day.
"A fight to the bitter end? Hah! Elder, I don't get your thinking at all. You saw it with your own eyes that day—if we refuse to submit to him, it's death all the same! At least now, there's still a sliver of hope. If we dare to stake everything, and Supreme Titus returns, we'll reclaim the Demonic Realm as its rulers, maybe even dominate all three realms!"
Fake Princess Serena was resolute to the core. She'd been lying in ambush here for three whole days, nerves stretched taut, waiting for the right moment. Every word Evan Chu had uttered before leaving was engraved into her soul.
This was Evan Chu's gift of opportunity—she had to seize it with her life! Whether Supreme Titus could be resurrected or not, success or failure would be decided by this one gamble!
"But Commander, our strength is simply too far apart. Of everyone present, who can possibly go up against Demon Emperor Wotan? I think we should conserve our power and wait for another opportunity..."
"Enough! I've made my decision—no one will change it! If you keep dithering and hesitating, when will our great cause ever be achieved? I won't force cowards. If you're afraid to risk your life, leave now! Crawl into the capital and kneel to Wotan if that's what you want!"
Seeing fake Princess Serena get angry, the elders quickly spoke up, "We swear to follow Supreme Titus to the death!"
"We will never bow to a traitor like Wotan!"
"Commander, we'll leave all decisions to you!"
Fake Princess Serena gave a faint smile, then spoke softly, "Wait. Wait for the one who can stand against Wotan to appear."
The elders were still full of doubt—was there truly anyone in the Demonic Realm who could go toe-to-toe with Wotan? He was the late-stage Demon Emperor, at the absolute peak of his realm!
Just as their words faded, before they'd had time to think it through, the ground suddenly shook—BOOM! Violent explosions thundered from the direction of the Demonic Imperial Capital.
"Where is Demon Emperor Wotan? Get out here and die! I'll leave you a whole corpse! Otherwise, today I'll blood-wash this Demonic Imperial Capital—no one will escape, not even a scrap of armor!"
Boom!
As Evan Chu's words fell, another deafening explosion erupted. Inside the capital, countless experts below the Demon King realm were slaughtered or wounded—by rough count, the casualties were easily over ten thousand.
All these scoundrels were Wotan's followers, guilty of countless evils—Evan Chu had no mercy for those who deserved death.
Wind and Thunder Laws wrapped his body, vast Stellar Power swept over the battlefield, and with every casual sweep of the Frostbane Divine Sword, more Demonic Realm experts vanished from the world forever.
"You brazen lunatic! How dare you storm the Demonic Realm and lay waste to our capital—prepare to die!"
A late-stage Demon Sovereign, leading a squad clad in black-scaled armor, burst out from the capital.