Flying Spirit Mountain, once a place steeped in spiritual energy, was now buried beneath demonic clouds.
The entire mountain was shrouded by an incomparably dense, ink-black formation—the Thousand Demon Slaughtering Immortal Array.
As the formation revolved, countless demonic patterns wriggled across it, sealing the entire spirit mountain off from the outside world, impregnable as a fortress.
Between the mountain ridges, Demonic Cultivators could be seen everywhere, carpeting the land from peak to valley.
Mine shafts of every size covered the mountain. The Demonic Cultivators continuously struck at the rock with magical tools, extracting Spirit Ore amid unceasing clanging sounds that never stopped.
With every strike, crystalline ores burst forth—the Spirit Ore itself.
Inside every mine shaft, chests filled with Spirit Ore constantly flew out, gathering like a flowing stream upon an open space at the center of the mountaintop.
The chests there had already piled into mountains, all of them filled with Spirit Ore.
At this moment, a figure stood in the void like a towering mountain, radiating a terrifying pressure that made hearts tremble.
He wore demonic armor, his expression savage, and held a long whip wrapped in arcs of lightning.
Every so often, it tore through the air with explosive crackles.
Whenever a Demonic Cultivator below moved even slightly too slowly, the whip would lash down without mercy, flaying flesh and splitting skin.
This man was one of the Devil Master's renowned Six Great Demon Generals, an Eternal Immortal Major Refinement expert—the Nether Thunder Demon General!
His sharp gaze swept across Flying Spirit Mountain as his voice boomed like rolling thunder through the mountains. "Put your backs into it! Whoever dares slow down for even a moment, I'll break his legs!"
At the edge of the mountaintop clearing, another figure stood with his hands clasped behind his back.