Inside a pitch-black, deathly silent cellar.
Two warped, shifting shadows were cast upon the ebony walls.
The occasional snippets of conversation added an extra touch of sinister evil to the gloomy cellar.
"How much of your strength has recovered now?"
A man softly asked the vague, indistinct shadow before him.
The shadow seemed to be thinking. After a moment of silence, it replied, "Thirty percent."
Hearing this, the man's brows drooped slightly. "Too little. How long until you recover?"
The shadow raised one finger.
"Ten years!" the man cried out in delight.
"One hundred years."
The air fell into a brief standstill.
The man took a deep breath and said helplessly, "Too slow."
The shadow seemed to have guessed what the man was thinking and continued, "Actually, there is a faster method, but it will require Lord War God's assistance."
The man narrowed his eyes. "Let's hear it."
The shadow leaned closer, its lips moving. "..."
One minute later.
"Fine, but before that, I have one more question for you."
"Please ask freely, Lord War God." The shadow smiled with perfect composure.
The man's gaze sharpened, piercing the shadow's body like needles.
"Should I address you as the Cult Master... or as Lord Celestial Demon?"
"Abyssal Thunder Annihilation Slash!"
Ahead, more than a dozen fleeing remnants of the Heavenly Demon Cult were instantly reduced to nothing.
Behind them, Zhang Qianyue came rushing over atop lightning.
Old Zhang looked at the scene before him, a trace of confusion appearing on his face.
"Strange. Since when were you so enthusiastic about this sort of thing?"
Jiang Yan swept all the Space Rings left behind by the corpses into his possession and replied with a smile, "Tian Yuan Star is in chaos. These cultists who usually stir up trouble and whip up