Demon Star Ascends to Godhood

The waning moon hung in the curve of the bow, cold winds swept fiercely through the night, and dark clouds drifted by from time to time. The remaining sliver of moonlight flickered, alternately bright and dim. The entire forest lay in utter silence, not even the hum of insects dared disturb the stillness. From a distance, the woods resembled a vast cemetery, devoid of any trace of its former vitality.

At that moment, two figures sped forward, one leading and one following, swift and silent. Where they passed, not a sound was made. Upon reaching the edge of a precipitous cliff, both came to a halt, clad in black garb that made them appear especially menacing in the darkness.

The figure in front lowered his head to peer into the abyss below, letting out a sinister chuckle. “Bear Batian, how goes the plan? This time, success is mandatory—failure is not permitted.”

“Elder Scarlet, rest assured, everything is firmly under control.” Bear Batian fixed his gaze on Elder Scarlet, his fists clenched tight, head bowed, his thoughts heavy and obscure.

Sensing something amiss, Elder Scarlet turned to look at Bear Batian, who still kept his head down, and snorted coldly. “Hmph! What’s the matter? Are you regretting this?”

At that, Bear Batian raised his head, his face twisted with rage, and stepped forward to the cliff’s edge, staring into the distance. “Don’t forget, there’s no turning back for you now. Your two sons are highly valued by the Chief. Even if not for your sons, you should think of your clansmen. The great purge of our Demon Clan is close at