Dusk Plateau.
Within the black mist stood towering, bizarre structures.
The palace had little decoration, only cold thrones of varying sizes.
At the very highest point sat four chairs, occupied by the Evil Gods presiding over this battle.
They were the Soul Collector, Azathoth, the Lord of the Underworld, and the Necronomicon.
The Soul Collector was listed first because it was the strongest among the four.
As for the Lord of the Underworld and the Necronomicon, their abilities were bizarre, and they were extremely difficult to truly kill.
"You placed the [Grudge Evil Pearl] somewhere conspicuous to lure the snake from its hole?"
The Lord of the Underworld shook its aching arm.
When it realized that did nothing, it simply waved a hand and severed its own right arm.
It opened its mouth and inhaled, drawing the fallen arm toward its mouth.
However, midway through the air, a mouth suddenly grew from the arm's palm.
The next second, the Lord of the Underworld's throat was bitten through, and thick blood began spraying outward.
Such a bizarre scene would likely scare any timid person unconscious on the spot.
Of course, that was assuming they could withstand the mental corruption brought by the Evil Gods.
Yet none of the Evil Gods present paid any attention to the Lord of the Underworld.
It was not fooling around. Every one of its limbs possessed independent intelligence.
Thus, whenever the Lord of the Underworld tried to reclaim a limb, it naturally fought back with all its might.
Azathoth did not open its mouth, yet its voice came from an opening at its side.
"Xiao Tianyang is someone who enjoys taking risks."
"I admit that he is very powerful."
"If we fought him head-on, none of us would be his match."
"However, if we have an