Time trickled by. Energy circulated through the silent Training Room, and demonic qi rose and fell.
After a long while, Ma Biao, who sat cross-legged, slowly stirred.
Whoosh!
His long-shut eyes snapped open, revealing a pair of pure blood-red pupils. His scarlet gaze was fierce, his killing intent towering. Coldness and brutality lay deep within his eyes. Terrifying killing intent instantly swept through the entire Training Room, making the two True Qi Realm demon cultivators standing at either side shudder.
He slowly rose, his tall, burly frame straightening with the imposing pressure of a mighty overlord.
His gaze swept indifferently across the spacious, empty hall. A trace of impatience and boredom flickered in his eyes, and his deep, hoarse voice slowly rang out, carrying the aloof indifference of someone long accustomed to authority. "Trapped in this Secret Realm year after year, sitting in solitary cultivation day after day-it truly is dull beyond endurance."
He knew full well that the cult's Core Realm Protectors stationed outside had strictly ordered him to remain in the Stone Mountain Secret Realm and forbidden him from leaving because they valued his talent and fighting strength.
The Demon Cult was now in decline, losing ground in its struggle and desperately short of top-level fighters. Every genius with the potential to reach the Core Realm represented hope for the cult's future resurgence. None could be carelessly sacrificed.
The Core Realm Protectors cherished and safeguarded talent. They had deliberately placed him in this safe Secret Realm, away from the encirclement outside, solely to preserve this future powerhouse.
With his talent, reserves, and terrifying foundation at the half-step Core Realm, he needed only to cultivate patiently and wait for his opportunity. Once he fully broke through to the Core Realm, he would surely join the ranks of the Demon