Black Palace

On the grounds of the Black Palace, four Treant Demigods hid within forests in four directions.

Under their control, countless roots swayed gently, and innumerable plants passed along information.

Even separated by the walls of the Black Palace, the plants could still transmit messages to one another.

After obtaining the exact locations of the five Demigods within the Black Palace, the Treant Demigods relayed the information to Zhou Leng.

Deep within the Black Palace.

Inside an underground palace, in the surveillance room.

Several demon warlocks dressed in suits lounged lazily before spell screens, drinking coffee and chatting.

"Where should we go tonight?"

"Where has the most fun?"

"Near Sixth Avenue. It's all bars there, with people from every country for you to pick from. As long as we show our demon identities, those people will throw themselves at us like mad."

"No, no, no. I'm afraid of catching something—"

Suddenly, red dots began flashing on one of the screens.

"A powerful force is approaching from underground, immediately—"

Boom!

The wall exploded, and a figure burst through.

His running speed was too fast. The power around him swept up a vast amount of earth, mixed with the force of a Martial Saint Realm expert, forming a fountain of soil and force behind him as he charged into the underground palace at dozens of Mach.

Walls collapsed, load-bearing pillars snapped, and every Demonic Beast was instantly smashed into meat paste, mixed into the earth and carried onward.

At the front of this torrent of soil, force, and flesh, a human tore through layer after layer of walls.

In an underground hall, a Lower Martial Saint Realm expert abruptly rose to his feet. The muscles all over his body twisted into iron, his frame swelled, and he transformed into a pitch-black Demonic Beast.