Desperate Situation! Fight to the Bitter End!

Qin Tianhong's gaze was like blades as it swept over those savage, sinister, smug faces. Then he shouted, "But this old man is truly curious! Which one of you old foxes was not ordinarily skilled in scheming, wishing you could squeeze oil from the other's very bones? For territory, for resources, you slaughtered and plotted against one another without scruple! Yet today, you can actually set aside blood-deep grudges and wear the same pair of trousers? What has forcibly kneaded this rabble into one whole?!"

The Bone-Corroding Demonic Sect's Vice Sect Master, Old Man Yin Gu, let out a piercingly strange laugh. "Heh heh heh... Prefect Qin, you have wandered the world for so many years. Why ask when you already know? As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend! What's more..."

His eyes suddenly blazed with fanaticism as he raised his voice. "You know perfectly well whom our forces once served! Now, fate has decreed it—the Devil Master is about to return to the Demon Realm and reign over all beneath heaven! As his old subordinates, we shall naturally stand united above and below, welcome his sacred arrival, and sweep aside every obstacle! It is time for the Demon Realm to end its chaos and return as one!"

"The Devil Master?!"

Qin Tianhong's expression finally changed drastically, the words "Devil Master" escaping his lips.

Before this, his face had held only shock, fury, and gloom.

But now, all of it had been replaced by an incomparably heavy solemnity and concern!

A sharp light burst from his eyes as he cried in horror, "He... isn't dead?!"

"Hahahaha!"

The Ten Thousand Souls Heresy Cult's Great Elder, Hun Miesheng, burst into wild laughter. The soul-summoning banner in his hand fluttered despite the absence of wind. "Qin Tianhong! You