Time flew by, and a decade passed in the blink of an eye.
Ten years was very long for the human race, but for gods and demons, it was merely like ten days.
The interior of the dim underground cave was extremely primitive, showing almost no trace of artificial carving. If it were ordinary people, they would definitely be unwilling to live here, but for fiends, this was a rare and precious blessed land.
The Nether Spirit here was extremely dense, and this place was very helpful for the cultivation of fiends.
At the very depths of the cave, ten figures sat around a huge round table. The nether mists wreathed around them were practically the source of pollution, continuously radiating outward into the surroundings.
The Sun God is heavily injured; that should be certain.
"All these years, the gods have not stepped out of Buzhou Temple, and furthermore, they abandoned the mortal realm previously," said an imposing dark shadow.
"Demon Emperor! We should not waste this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
"That's right! If we wait for the Sun God to recover, are we supposed to continue living in stinking ditches like rats?"
Fierce arguments broke out inside this huge stone chamber.
They were precisely the Demon Emperor of the demon race and the Nine Great Demon Kings.
During these ten years, they basically had not stepped a single step out of the cave.
In the decade-long battle of gods and demons, every god and demon who participated in the war was injured, differing only in severity.
After withdrawing from the battlefield, naturally they immediately began healing their injuries, leaving no time to roam around everywhere.
This group of top-tier fiends might not be roaming around, but the world was not peaceful either.
Solar God Yandi had lost the Celestial Weave Power,