Seven days later.
Deep within Devil Forest.
Many high-ranking Ten Thousand-Year Soul Beasts living in the Core Zone suddenly realized that they had not encountered their living ancestors for several days.
Those living ancestors were naturally the Evil Eye Clan that inhabited Devil Forest. For these Soul Beasts, being born in Devil Forest was often not a good thing.
Getting caught and devoured by a high-year Evil Eye was normal, but even when they encountered an Evil Eye with a much lower cultivation than their own, they often had no right to make a move.
There was no helping it. The Evil Eye Clan was far too good at spreading the word. Kill one, and a whole group would come. Kill the young one, and the old ones would come. Any random Evil Eye with a few thousand years of cultivation might have a lover with tens of thousands of years of cultivation.
It could be said that in Devil Forest, the Evil Eye Clan were local tyrants. They could bully other Soul Beasts, but no other Soul Beast could possibly attack them.
Yet over the past few days, many Soul Beasts passing through the territories of those Evil Eye Tyrants for water or other reasons discovered that the auras there had become faint, as though they had left their territories.
That alone would not have been a big deal, but not a single Evil Eye Tyrant above the Ten Thousand-Year level had been seen these past few days. That was rather strange.
Strange as it was, not a single Soul Beast believed that these Evil Eye Tyrants had met with misfortune—what a joke. This was Devil Forest. In the deepest part of the forest slumbered the Evil Emperor, whose cultivation was close to 800,000 years!
The Evil Eye Clan