Luofeng Valley.
This once jagged and bizarre valley had now been utterly transformed, completely reduced to a vast wasteland.
The earth had been plowed over and over by terrifying energy, covered in bottomless ravines.
Towering stone peaks had been severed at the waist and ground into powder.
The dense ancient forest had long vanished, leaving behind only scattered, burning blackened stumps.
The air was thick with a mingled stench that could not dissipate, enough to make one suffocate.
Human and Demon Race corpses lay mixed together.
This land was steeped in the cold, decaying aura of death itself.
When the wind swept across this land of death, it brought no refreshment.
Instead, it carried ash and bone dust, a bloody wind that made one's throat itch.
Ling Xuanxiao's figure, wrapped in endless black death qi, seemed like the ruler of the netherworld walking among mortals, every gesture drawing upon the power of the Nine Netherworlds.
He commanded lost souls and reversed life and death.
The five Great Demon Kings had poured out everything, staking their thrones and dignity on this encirclement...
Yet in the end, they had failed to snuff out that savage flame rising from the abyss.
This final battle, which had lasted a full half month, turned day into night, and made the earth weep and tremble...
Had finally... drawn close to its end.
The scales of victory had tilted beyond any hope of reversal.
The once-mighty overlords of their respective domains now met different miserable fates.
Of the five Great Demon Kings, three had died outright.
As for the remaining two Demon Kings...
The Withered Bone Demon King had had his cultivation utterly destroyed and been beaten back into his original form, yet he was still trying to flee.
The Azure Scale Demon King was the only