"Darkness shall eventually descend; only through corruption can there be freedom..." Purple-gold radiance flickered in her pupils as she parted her red lips and murmured.
Her voice seemed to carry a kind of magic. The low chant echoed through the air as purple runes emerged beneath her feet.
They then gathered into a bizarre totem. Twisted dark energy surged wildly, converging into a massive magic array.
"Ninth soul skill—Demon Passage!"
Boom—!
A world-shaking pillar of dark light shot into the sky. Amid violent surges of energy, a deep, shadowy gate slowly opened before her.
Darkness poured from the depths of the gate like a tide. Violent auras swept across heaven and earth through spatial cracks, as though the gates of hell were slowly being pushed open.
The gate was initially only three meters tall, but as dark energy flooded into it madly, it continued to expand. Within only a few breaths, it had reached twenty meters in height and fifteen meters in width, standing beneath the night sky like the gates of a black palace.
The surrounding space began to twist violently. Demonic whispers echoed from deep within the gate, followed by a low, chilling voice—
"My people, my envoy, you have done very well..."
As the voice rang out, an indescribable pressure descended, and the entire mountaintop seemed to tremble.
A tide of darkness churned within the gate. Twisted shadows began to emerge, and pairs of scarlet eyes opened in the Abyss, filled with bloodlust and frenzied greed.
"Descend, my demon legion!"
"Roar—!"
With Yuan En Yehui's furious roar, the gate abruptly swelled. Thousands upon thousands of demons charged out—ferocious hellhounds, savage demonfolk, cunning imps, terrifying flying demons—all surged forth from the depths of the gate like a tidal wave.
They roared and howled as they charged madly into