Night!
The eternal night.
This is the eastern limit. Although it is the place where the sun rises, it spends most of its time in pitch darkness.
Sunlight struggles to pierce through the lingering clouds and mists here to reach this place.
The mists are formed from the purest Nether Spirit, shrouding the entire sky. Sunlight cannot enter directly, yet it renders the entire void a deep, eerie, cyan-gray.
Upon the earth lies an endless expanse of muddy swamp.
Filled with the stench of decay, the swamp exposes numerous white bones and scraps of flesh.
Countless wandering wraiths drift through the void, the sound of their wailing endless, while bizarre-shaped creatures roam about.
At the center stands a massive black city.
The city rests not upon the ground, but beneath the swamp, with a layer of energetic defense preventing the mud from entering.
Countless black wraiths wander within it as well.
These wraiths constantly emit shrieks, killing one another. It is as though one has entered the eighteenth level of hell, with densely packed ghosts attempting to drag people down into it.
They are killing, weeping, and devouring each other...
The scene is extremely cold-blooded and terrifying.
This is the Gloomy Demon Cave established by Demon Emperor Yi He.
All the subordinates under his command are evil demons born from the primordial chaos.
During the God-Demon War four thousand years ago, all of them lost their physical bodies, their souls sealed beneath the temples of the mortal realm. Only recently did they break free.
Inside the central divine hall.
Ten figures sit atop black-iron seats.
At the highest, most prominent position sits a bald man with cyan-purple tattoos. Watching the battle below, he frowns and says with a tone of emotion:
"To say that you are all evil truly does