The realm was pitch-black, not a single ray of light able to penetrate it, its oppression reaching the utmost extreme.
At this moment, immense auras were being unleashed. Three streams of light tore across the ink-black sky from afar, adding a different shade of color to this endless darkness.
Within the three streams of light were three humanoid creatures, though each retained certain traits of their respective races. Any experienced being could easily tell that they came from the upper clans of the Dark Forest.
Their realms were not low, Dao rhythms circulating around their bodies as powerful auras continuously surged.
The three members of the Dark Hordes within the streams of light wore exceedingly ugly expressions, their eyes brimming with killing intent.
Soon, after traveling a long distance through the ink-black heavens, their previously surging auras began to recede. The killing intent in their eyes faded, and they became cautious, as though afraid of disturbing some terrifying existence.
A gigantic mountain stood proudly in the heavens, radiating a terrifying sense of oppression.
Only upon drawing near could they clearly see that it was a member of the Dark Dragon Clan.
His aura was restrained, his body floating in midair. He was incomparably calm, yet impossible to ignore.
As though sensing something, the enormous Dark Dragon Clan member abruptly shrank, transforming in the blink of an eye into a valiant man clad in armor.
"We pay respects to Immortal Emperor Mor!"
The three streams of light bent their knees and knelt before the valiant man.
"Go back."
"There is no way to interfere in the affairs of the Ancient Secret Realm."
The valiant man spoke indifferently, not even sparing the three members of the Dark Hordes a glance.
The three members of the Dark Hordes trembled all over. "Immortal Emperor,