Blood Lamps Extinguished
This is a remote and unknown place.
In the Endless Darkness, an endless evil seemed to flow, and a black river ran through the entire earth's veins, extending to that distant and unknowable place.
Ten blood-red lamps stretched across the sky, emanating extremely eerie energy. However, for some unknown reason, three of the ten lamps had quietly gone out, leaving only seven burning brightly.
"Bang bang bang!"
Suddenly, four Blood Lamp blazed brightly for a moment before quickly going out.
"Splash!"
A black river surged forth, and two mysterious Demonic Shadow appeared one after another.
"The Blood Lamp of the fourth, fifth, Sixth King Palace, and Eighth King Palace brothers all went out at the same time. Who did it? Who did it?!"
Seeing this devastating loss, the handsome face of the Demonic Shadow on the left was pierced by a hideous wound, and his Demonic Eye instantly turned blood-red.
"The four of them, including the fourth brother, are going to the Chaotic Demon Sea to find the Demon Suppression Demon Suppressing Prison the Great Heavenly Demon King is imprisoned. While rescuing the Great Heavenly Demon King, they will try to eliminate the Master of Primeval Desolation and the Master of Flames who are also sleeping there."
"The only ones capable of simultaneously eliminating the four kings of my Demon Prison are our old rivals from back then— the Eight Ancient Masters."
The other Demonic Shadow figure was a handsome young man with an incredibly youthful face, but with a pair of extremely evil, pitch-black Demonic Eye.
"If we include the Seventh King Palace, Ninth King Palace, and Tenth King Palace elders who fell recently, seven of the Ten King Palace of the Demon Prison have perished, leaving only the three of us."
"Damn it, why has the style of the Eight Ancient Masters suddenly become so ruthless? If the Eight Lords had such methods during the Ancient Great War, the war would never have been so brutal."
"This doesn't seem like the work of the Eight Masters at all. Has their core leadership changed? Who is advising the Eight Masters? Who can command the Eight Ancient Masters?!"
Enraged, the Third King Palace slammed down with a fist, instantly creating Ten-Thousand-Zhang Waves in the Dark Underworld River, making the river incredibly turbulent.
"Third brother, calm down. Since we were able to kill the four of them at the same time, it means that the Ancient Masters have been awakening one after another and have begun to gather together to consciously counter the actions of my Demon Prison. The decisive battle is probably not far away."
Despite his handsome young appearance, the Second King Palace remained remarkably composed throughout.
"We can't find the Third Demon Suppressing Prison that the Master of Life and Death is suppressing, so we can't release a large number of our low-level warriors. I'm afraid the Great Heavenly Demon King is also in grave danger. More than half of our ten have perished. What should we do?!"
Third King Palace took a deep breath and quickly calmed down.
"In fact, our preparations are nearing completion, and now we are just waiting for the Heavenly King Hall to awaken. At present, all we need to do is stall for time. It doesn't matter if we can't find the Third Demon Suppressing Prison. Over the past ten thousand years, the people we took with us have multiplied quite a bit."
"Move the entire army out to unleash Demonic Disaster across the Tianxuan Continent, buying time for the Heavenly King Hall to awaken. It is their honor to sacrifice their lives for the Emperor's great cause, and no one may refuse."
A hint of madness flickered across the youthful face of the Second King Palace.
"Alright, that's the only way. Brother, when will you finally wake up...?"
The Third King Palace's gaze unconsciously drifted into the depths of darkness.
At the end of the Dark Underworld River, a pitch-black ancient coffin constantly rises and falls on the surface of the river, and a tall Demonic Shadow dressed in dark gold robes can be vaguely seen sleeping inside, as if all the Evil Qi in the world has gathered there.
Martial Gathering Island.
"Buzz!"
As the gentle ripples spread, the figures of the five Ancient Masters appeared one after another.
"Huanhuan, how's the situation over there?"
Lin Dong put away the Thunder Ancestral Symbol, and an Ice Blue Figure took the initiative to fly over.
"The Fourth King Palace and the Fifth King Palace have been destroyed. Currently, only the Heavenly King Hall, the Second King Palace, and the Third King Palace remain of the Ten King Palace of the Demon Prison."
Ying Huanhuan's beautiful eyes flickered, and she smiled charmingly.
"The Demon Prison has suffered such heavy losses this time, it will certainly not let this go. We will soon face a fierce counterattack from the Demon Prison."
"Fortunately, although Life and Death Senior Sister has entered the Reincarnation, the Demon Prison has not found the Third Demon Suppressing Prison imprisoned tens of Tens of Millions of Yi Mo. This is a stroke of luck amidst misfortune."
"This means that even if the Demon Prison intends to unleash a massive Demonic Disaster, it cannot sustain itself for long, relying solely on the portion of the Yi Mo taken away by the Ten King Palace and the number that has multiplied over the millennia. It is inevitable that it will run out of resources."
The Master of Primeval Desolation leaped forward, his ten-thousand-foot-tall body rapidly shrinking to about two feet.
"In other words, as long as we can withstand the next dying counterattack, the Demon Prison will no longer be able to fight back and will no longer be a threat."
The Ancient Masters all nodded thoughtfully.
"Don't be careless. Even if the Demon Prison army is exhausted, it can still unleash a catastrophic Demonic Disaster that will affect the entire Tianxuan Continent. We must not underestimate it."
"Our most urgent task right now is to find a powerful force to settle down with, and then form Alliance in the name of the Six Ancient Masters to lead the Tianxuan Beings in resisting the Demonic Disaster."
Ying Huanhuan raised her head slightly, her icy gaze sweeping over everyone.
"Let's go to the Flame God Hall in the Chaotic Demon Sea. That's perfect. Let's go; this isn't the place to talk."
Lin Dong frowned slightly as he looked down at the thousands of powerful figures staring at them with fervent expressions. Suddenly, a massive Silver Space Vortex erupted from his body, engulfing all seven people present.
Below, Martial Gathering Island was still immersed in that indescribable shock.
The Flame Sea Region, the Flame God Hall.
"Buzz!"
The space suddenly distorted, and seven figures appeared simultaneously inside the hall.
"Teacher."
Lin Dong greeted the figure in Green Shirt who had been waiting there.
"Qing Zhi greets all the Ancient Masters."
Qing Zhi smiled and waved to his disciple, then bowed respectfully to the six ancient beings behind Lin Dong, as if a subordinate were seeing his old superior.
"Azure Dragon King, I never imagined that the Little Azure Dragon who barely managed to enter the Reincarnation Stage at the end of the great battle back then would have grown to this extent. If I'm not mistaken, you're already trying to Three-Stage Reincarnation Tribulation, aren't you?"
The Master of Space carefully examined Qing Zhi and then let out a soft exclamation.
"Yes, Qing Zhi still needs some guidance from Ice Master."
Qing Zhi's words prompted Ying Huanhuan to casually wave her slender hand.
"Space, Qing Zhi is my teacher. Can you please stop putting on airs? Where do you put my face?"
Lin Dong gave the Master of Space a shove, and the two became increasingly close, behaving quite casually.
"Oh, Lin Dong's teacher?"
The gazes of the Ancient Masters toward Qing Zhi changed somewhat.
Lin Dong has already earned their respect with his strength, and they have long regarded him as an equal to them. Naturally, Lin Dong's teacher should also give him some face.
Seeing Lin Dong casually push the Master of Space, Qing Zhi's heart skipped a beat. Just as he was about to apologize on Lin Dong's behalf, he noticed that the Ancient Masters were looking at him with a gentler gaze.
Qing Zhi: "???"