Third floor of the Black Wolf Floating Shadow Pavilion.
Only Floating Shadows of the Five-star Demon and Six-star Demon grades were shown here. The dark, spacious theater contained rows upon rows of seats, just like the cinemas of Linley's previous life.
A Floating Shadow Crystal Ball was placed at the center of the Magic Array. Under the staff member's practiced manipulation, it activated, and mist-like vapor emerged before eventually gathering into a massive projection as immense as a waterfall, just like a holographic screening.
It showed the sky above a barren, blood-red valley. Bitter, gloomy winds swept across the land, sending countless fine gray grains of sand and dust swirling through the air. Two God-level powerhouses wearing Demon Medals faced each other, and before long, a fierce clash erupted.
The black-armored man had the appearance of a youth and a powerful build. Blazing flames surged around him, scorching as the sun and radiating terrifying light and energy. He swung a scarlet battle saber, unleashing explosive shock waves. Even the space of the Netherworld seemed unable to withstand them, rippling and wrinkling like waves as though it might split apart at any moment.
Opposite him, the old man's brown hair was as disheveled as weeds. A loose gray robe billowed in the frigid wind as he shouted angrily. Black light surged throughout his body, condensing into a skeletal dragon head as massive as a mountain. Its jaws opened like an endless abyss and spat out nether flames. The space along their path seemed to cave inward, trembling with violent ripples.
"Material attacks... death..."
Linley watched, somewhat enthralled. Within his Soul Ocean, illusory battles played out continuously as he repeatedly dissected the Death Rule, traced it back to its origins, and analyzed the essence contained within it.
There were plenty of spectators