In the Spirit World, outside an obsidian rock as large as the entire Tianxing Island in the Outer Realm Fog Sea, Qing Feng, who had long been accustomed to taking human form, had now curled into a ball and slowly approached, trembling.
"Junior Qing Feng pays respects to Demon Lord Fusheng!"
As though bearing immense pressure, Qing Feng arduously sent out a thread of divine sense.
This was how Outer Realm Sky Demons communicated—they relied entirely on divine sense!
"Qing Feng, you have some nerve! You actually dared to destroy one of the Mad Inner Demons under this Demon Lord's command. Are you planning to help that fellow Jia You deal with this Demon Lord?!"
An immense divine sense issued from the summit of a spire atop the obsidian rock, causing the surrounding Gray Mist to churn as if caught in a storm.
"A misunderstanding! This is a misunderstanding! We bear a mission and will never involve ourselves in conflicts between Demon Lords!
That Mad Inner Demon broke into the gathering place of this junior's master's incarnations, which was why it was tragically devoured!"
Qing Feng groaned inwardly and quickly explained.
"Oh? So you are saying this Demon Lord is at fault?!"
Demon Lord Fusheng transmitted unhappily.
Ever since Qing Feng had brought a group of Demon Particle incarnations to this outer realm over a hundred years ago, troublesome matters had never ceased.
First, they had attacked the high-ranking Heavenly Demons under the surrounding Demon Lords like a swarm of locusts, nearly triggering a war between Demon Lords in this place that had remained peaceful for tens of thousands of years.
After much difficulty, the various Demon Lords had learned their origins and dispelled the misunderstanding. Yet the Demon Particle incarnations confined to one corner were still slowly growing stronger.