A dim sky shrouded a pitch-black land. Even the great sun hanging high above was wreathed in an eerie black corona.
Dense demonic qi permeated this land, and the sinister wind howled, making it seem like a stretch of Demon Soil.
In the deepest part of that Demon Soil stood a gloomy Great Hall, thick with baleful demonic qi. At this moment, the figures inside the Great Hall were all silent, and an extremely oppressive atmosphere spread through the deathly stillness.
"The Demon Emperor... has fallen in that Lower Plane."
After a long while, one figure spoke with difficulty, his voice trembling, as if he dared not believe such an outcome.
After he spoke, the silent atmosphere shattered, and waves of clamor erupted within the Great Hall.
"How could this be? It was only a mere Lower Plane..."
"Even that Symbol Ancestor was forced to fall by our emperor. What power could possibly stop our clan's army?"
"Could it be that another powerhouse from the Great Thousand World intervened?"
All kinds of noisy voices rang out in the Great Hall, arguing endlessly. Everyone was incomparably shocked, unable to calm their hearts.
Ten thousand years of effort had finally allowed the Demon Emperor to break free, yet in the blink of an eye, their emperor had fallen completely. Buried with him was the army of the Otherworldly Demon Clan.
Not long ago, the Otherworldly Demon Clan had poured out in full force, yet not a single powerhouse of the Otherworldly Demon Clan had returned alive. All of them had remained in that Lower Plane.
Such an outcome was horrifying, terrifying. Even though everyone present was an Otherworldly Demon, they could not help feeling a chill through their bodies.
"Quiet!"
Just as the demons were arguing endlessly, an aged low shout rang