At this moment, Yue Qianchou had no idea that his reckless audacity had nearly brought a calamity crashing down upon his head, only for someone else to dissolve it without a trace.
Within the mountain's hollow, Samadhi True Fire was frantically refining the demonic blade. Amid seven-colored flames, the blade let out mournful cries and shook violently as it tried to escape. Yet Yue Qianchou had prepared for this long ago. A pile of divine swords had pinned it down in a chaotic mess, leaving it nowhere to flee. As the Three Flavored True Fire, which refined all things, burned on, the cries of the artifact spirit within the Divine Artifact grew weaker and weaker, while Yue Qianchou's cackling sneer rang out from time to time...
At almost the same time, in the Demon Realm, Sanye the Demon Lord did not hurriedly set up the Demon God Communication Array to contact the Demon God. Instead, he ran about in feverish haste, reinforcing the seals on every passage leading into the Demon Realm from the outside. With more than seventy passages, he truly had enough to keep him running for a while.
That demonic blade was indeed formidable, worthy of being a Divine Artifact personally forged by the Demon God. It was refined without rest for over half a month, yet it still had not been melted down. However, Yue Qianchou had the patience to destroy it. He was utterly determined not to stop until he reached his goal.
Many things happened over those half a month. With hope of turning things around, the forces gathered by Wu Feng and Madam Black Pool swelled to unprecedented strength. Heroes and tyrants from every corner of the Underworld, together with the entire Nether River Aquatic Race, had joined forces. In a short time,