The Patriarch, though battered and beaten, suddenly smirked.
Blood still trickled from his mouth, his breath was ragged, and his limbs trembled with exhaustion—but there was something in his expression that made Wei Long pause.
Then the old boar chuckled, his voice hoarse yet laced with an eerie amusement.
"It seems... I have encountered a beast from the Abyssal Demon Continent."
Wei Long blinked. His large golden eyes narrowed slightly. "Abyssal Demon Continent? What's that supposed to mean?"
The Patriarch wiped the blood from his chin with the back of his hand, exhaling deeply before continuing.
"A creature that endlessly gets stronger for an unknown reason... one that hunts and feasts on demonic sects specifically... If such a thing exists, then this is truly the end of all the righteous sects. Their nightmares have only just begun."
Wei Long tilted his massive head, his thick tail flicking lazily behind him as he processed the words.
