Devil Realm Eastern Region, in an unknown city, the ground beneath it had been completely hollowed out, forming a vast, intricate underground palace.
At the very depths of this underground palace, in a space where darkness and chill coexisted, a throne carved from stone stood prominently.
An ancient, timeworn aura radiated from the throne.
Countless strange runes and symbols were engraved across the throne. They did not appear especially bloated or complicated; instead, they revealed a bizarre sense of order.
Just then.
This throne, which seemed to have been "dead" for many years, suddenly trembled. Strange power began to surge, and many runes and symbols on the throne blossomed with dazzling light.
The disturbance from the throne immediately drew the attention of many people.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of black-robed martial artists appeared in the space. They stared at the throne, their faces filled with utter astonishment.
"It's the aura of the Devil Lord!"
"How is that possible?"
Then, news like a raging storm, like raindrops, flew toward the Imperial Capital of Chu.
More and more martial artists gathered in this space where darkness and chill coexisted. Upon seeing the strange aura emanating from the throne, they were all so frightened that they stood dumbfounded, at a loss for what to do.
At the front, Lin Bai finally found what I wanted to find.
"Send someone to contact the Imperial Capital of Chu immediately!"
By then, we would publicly execute Meng Qinxian, Qi Tian Sect, and the others, completely tearing apart the alliance between Chu and the other top sects.
"Could it be that the Devil Lord isn't dead?"
Nie Shang saw from his memories that Meng Qinxian and Yi Heze had been taken away by an old man. The old man's face and figure seemed strangely