In the Demon Realm, amid the surging black tides of the Enchanted Sea, a gigantic sea turtle rode the waves at tremendous speed. On its back stood tens of thousands of Demonic Stele Race members, their bodies covered in rough, rocklike surfaces.
The Demonic Stele Race looked rugged to the extreme, yet tens of thousands of them stood in orderly ranks on the turtle's back, radiating a fierce, solemn killing intent. Wherever the giant turtle passed, fish demons in the black tide and demonic birds in the sky scattered to avoid it.
Under the black sun overhead, the scene looked all the more grim and imposing.
At the front stood a tall man with millet-yellow hair that bristled like steel needles, a face like a grown man's, and faintly white eyebrows. With his hands on his hips, he struck a flashy pose as the red cape behind him billowed in the wind.
"Yo!" A seemingly skeletal Ironspike Demonic Roc, its feathers as hard as steel and its eyes flashing like lightning, came swooping through the air. With a sweep of its five- or six-zhang wings, the roc transformed into a sharp-featured old man and landed on the giant turtle's back.
"Greetings, Lord Kuang!" The old man, Ironspike Demonic Roc Wei Xiao, cupped his hands toward the man with hair like steel needles and a red cape.
"Why aren't you staying on Demonic Stele Island? What are you wandering around for?" The man in the bright red cape glanced sidelong at Wei Xiao.
"The Tide Demons from Tide's Eve Island have sent someone over again. This time, the fellow is not only extremely strong, but also downright infuriating. Demonic General Jie'sheng couldn't stand his harassment and led his troops in pursuit, only to fall into the other party's trap and lose