The Soul Burial Mountain Range lay at the border between the Star Luo Empire and Spirit Hall's spheres of influence. Its peaks were perilous, rarely visited by human beings, and shrouded year-round in an unsettling aura of deathly silence. But at this moment, that silence had been utterly shattered.
Deep within the mountain range, an enormous dark-red Spatial Rift, as though it had torn open the sky itself, pulsed like a demon's heart. Its edges were covered in grotesque tumor-like flesh and twisted runes, emanating nauseating evil qi and intense spatial fluctuations. Countless Outer Realm Demons of every conceivable shape poured from the rift like a tidal wave, roaring as they charged in all directions. This was the source of the continent's calamity—a super-sized permanent Space Channel!
Before the channel stood a massive altar constructed from demon corpses and black stone. Three figures with the most terrifying auras floated above it. They were the Supreme Commanders of this invasion—three Demon Commanders whose strength had reached the level of Rank 99 Limit Douluo!
Their forms were utterly unlike those of the previous commanders. They were closer to humanoid, yet far more twisted and powerful. One wore bone armor and wielded a greatsword burning with netherworld flames. Another had a body like flowing shadows, constantly changing shape and radiating an aura that devoured everything. The last was shrouded in dense clouds of plague and poison, with only a pair of emotionless pale eyes visible.
The three commanders did not attack personally. Instead, they guarded the channel, commanded the vast demon army, and continuously reinforced and stabilized the Space Channel. They seemed to be waiting for something—or... guarding against something.
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