"Riiip!"
In the skies above Underworld Continent, hundreds of millions of miles from Witch God Sect, a Space Rift several yards wide suddenly appeared. A figure shot out of it.
It was none other than the clone of Moon Emperor, the Ninth Saint Son of the Holy Clan.
"I never would have guessed that a powerhouse comparable to a Sovereign was hiding in Witch God Sect. Damn it, how did those useless fools gather intelligence? How could they not know something this important?"
A trace of anger crossed Moon Emperor's feminine face. Thin threads of scarlet blood began to trickle from the corner of his mouth. Recalling the pair of utterly cold silver eyes he had just seen, he felt a chill creep into his heart. Those eyes were simply not something a living being should possess.
He glanced coldly in the direction of Witch God Sect, then his body blurred and dissolved into a cloud of gray smoke.
Witch God Sect.
Li Yi stood beside his Main Body, killing intent radiating from him. He hadn't expected someone to launch a sneak attack so soon after Witch God Sect had established its dominance over the Eastern District.
"The Holy Clan?" He carefully studied the image sent by his Main Body, gave a cold laugh, then tore open space and stepped through.
A chilly breeze, carrying a faint bite, swept over the land of Underworld Continent as it always had, skimming past the mountains and threading through the pine forests.
In the blink of an eye, a thousand years had passed since Witch God Sect had secured its hold over the Eastern District.
Over the past thousand years, Witch God Sect had thoroughly consolidated its rule over the Eastern District. Not a single cultivator there dared question its