In a mysterious space-time, three figures stood facing one another. Boundless as the infinite universe, their auras spread from them, freezing the entire space-time.
The three figures communicated through their thoughts. Ripples swept across the space around them from time to time.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
Since the Underworld Realm had opened, a great war had erupted between the seven great forces and the Witch God Sect. The entire Underworld Continent had been plunged into flames of war, and no force was spared.
As they fought, the seven great forces and the Witch God Sect also conquered other forces. The front stretched for hundreds of millions of miles, with flames of war burning everywhere.
Of course, only the lower-level cultivators had joined the fighting for now. The cultivators of the King Realm had yet to take part.
At that moment, the Main Body sat cross-legged above Ancient Witch City, watching the endless flames of war with cold indifference. His face was as immutable as primordial ice.
However, the instant the three figures appeared in the mysterious space-time, the Main Body seemed to sense something. He abruptly rose to his feet, his eyes widening slightly.
In an instant, his silver eyes split apart. Fine, transparent cracks traced out an abstruse pattern, and his gaze pierced through countless spaces, projecting a pair of enormous silver eyes above the Underworld Realm.
In the mysterious space-time, the yellow figure—that is, the Underworld Emperor—glanced at the pair of silver eyes beyond the Underworld Realm and said, "Him?"
The black Demonic Shadow gave a slight nod and said coolly, "That's right. He has already begun to come into contact with that power. He is our only hope!"
The golden-black figure said nothing, merely giving a slight nod.
"Since that's the case, let's begin!" said the Underworld