Who Keeps Their Phone On During a Meeting?

Chaos Sea, Black Bee Country.

This was the continent of the Black Bee Race. There were no mountains or hills across the entire continent, only dense forests and towering trees.

Across the boundless plains stood enormous flowers of vivid colors, each reaching dozens of yards into the sky.

The Black Bee people built their nests on these flowers and made their homes there.

Their overall strength did not make them a powerful race in the Chaos Sea. They had only one Saint Realm expert.

Yet deep beneath this continent was an entirely different sight.

Within an underground space no smaller than the land above, cities stood in great numbers.

Every city was filled with buildings constructed from countless pitch-black rocks. The signs hanging outside the doors read auction house, herb shop, weapons store, and so on.

Above them, the blood-red radiance cast by a dark-red sun illuminated the entire space.

A scarlet Demon Race character was written across the dark-red sun.

"Stop!"

This was one of the Demon Race's secret gathering points.

Only Demon Race cultivators of the Second Step knew of this place.

After all, the Demon Race usually found it difficult to trade with the other forces in the Chaos Sea.

And cultivating resources were often not something that could be gathered completely through robbery alone.

Thus, the Demon Race had established several similar locations throughout the Chaos Sea to provide them with places for trade and communication.

At this moment, however, every city appeared deserted.

Only one city at the very center was packed tightly with demons.

At that city's central platform stood more than a dozen Demon Race experts of the Saint Realm.

"Hey! What the hell happened? Why did you call us all here and even use the emergency command? I just conquered a continent