Before the formation, a woman in fluttering red clothes stood independently between heaven and earth. Behind her were millions of her people.
"Yun Zhouwan, to think you've reduced the once-majestic Demon Realm to such a sorry state! You are, after all, mere lowborn mortals. The Demon Realm is ruined in your hands—you might as well hand it over while it still holds a shred of value. This King will grant you an intact corpse." The Demon King, whose appearance was hideously ugly, spoke with as grating a voice as his person was repulsive.
Under Yun Yao's leadership, the Demon Realm had long since laid down its grievances, living in peace and contentment. Having suffered the agony of great war, they had no desire to take up arms against anyone ever again, yet there were always petty villains with ulterior motives who assumed they no longer possessed their former might, obsessively plotting to seize the vast Demon Realm for themselves.
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