The moment the others saw Grady captured, shock rippled through both the three remaining Ancient Gods and the gathered powerhouses.

The purple-red light coiling around him flickered—then suddenly condensed into a solid form.

The Demon God appeared.

He had one hand clamped around Grady’s throat, lifting him like a helpless chick.

“Senior Demon God!” Xatia called out urgently. “We’re here to help the master—we mean no harm. Please—”

“Cat cub,” the Demon God interrupted coldly, staring at Grady. “Why are you running the moment you see me? Do I look that frightening?”

Grady was trembling uncontrollably. He waved his hands frantically, not even daring to resist.