Three months later.
Above the Purple Cloud Palace, three enormous rifts tore open at once!
The instant the rifts appeared, the sky over the entire Eighth Heaven turned blood-red! Sunlight was swallowed by those rifts, leaving only three crimson fissures between heaven and earth, as though three wounds had been ripped into the firmament!
Three figures slowly descended from the rifts!
The man on the left wore black robes and had a sinister face, with dense deathly energy swirling around him. His eyes were bottomless darkness, and wherever he passed, even space began to rot and fracture! Late Demigod!
The man on the right wore blood-red robes and had a savage face. Blood energy churned around him, giving off a nauseating stench. His hair was crimson, as though soaked in blood! Late Demigod!
The man in the middle wore golden robes and had an imposing face. Brilliant golden light surrounded him, his aura as vast and unfathomable as an abyss! His eyes were golden, like two miniature suns! Peak Demigod!
The three looked down upon the Purple Cloud Palace from on high, their eyes filled with greed and disdain.
"So that useless Jin Lie really did die here." The gold-robed man in the middle spoke, his voice cold as frost yet carrying an air of lofty superiority. "Still, that works out nicely. The Chaos Supreme Treasure will be ours."
The black-robed man on the left gave a sinister chuckle. "You're right, boss. That fool Jin Lie wanted to keep it all for himself. He deserved to die. Now we don't have to do it ourselves."
The man in the Blood Robe on the right said, "Boss, let's get straight to it! I can smell that Chaos qi. What a wonderful fragrance! Leaving a treasure like that in the lower realm