Lu Changsheng spoke suddenly. "Liu Feng, gather the blood descendants." 

"Huh?" Liu Feng was a little puzzled. "Lord Progenitor, are we going to..."

Lu Changsheng's voice was calm, but beneath it rang with sheer dominance. "We're going to the Demon Progenitor Hall. If the demon race's Demon Progenitor hasn't woken, then we eliminate him! If he has, we'll have ourselves a proper fight."

Liu Feng was trembling from head to toe. "This is... a counterattack on the demon race?"

He was excited! So excited he could barely hold it in. A counterattack against the demon race? Previously, he had never even dared to think about it. Liu Feng was not the only one, either. Which blood descendant would dare? They were talking about the demon nation where blood descendants could do no more than cling to life. 

Who would dare dream of striking back? Yet now, the progenitor...