The Devil Race Descends Upon the Primordial Wilderness

"Qin Mu! You forced my hand!"

Venerable Yuanshi's voice was like ice squeezed out from the Nine Nether Hells, carrying bone-deep venom and madness.

His face, twisted by utter fury, instead became eerily calm at this moment.

He stared fixedly at Qin Mu. In those Saintly eyes that had once been cold and haughty, there remained only the resolve to perish together.

He slowly raised a hand.

No magic treasures, no divine abilities.

Resting quietly in his palm was a jet-black token engraved with countless bizarre Demon Patterns.

The instant the token appeared, an energy utterly incompatible with the Great Desolation World—brimming with chaos, destruction, and decay—spread out in an instant.

"This is..."

For the first time, Qin Mu truly furrowed his brow.

From that token, he sensed an aura that was both familiar and strange.

It was the aura of demons.

Not heart demons, nor extraterrestrial demons, but something purer, more ancient, more powerful... primordial demonic qi!

"Yuanshi! Have you gone mad?!"

A roar of shock and fury came from the direction of Jin'ao Island's Biyou Palace, shaking the entire Great Desolation.

It was Sect Master Tongtian!

He had evidently recognized the source of that aura as well, his voice filled with disbelief and towering rage.

"The Devil Race! It is the aura of the ancient Devil Race!"

In the Human Emperor Realm, Zhenyuanzi cried out in alarm. The Earth Book above his head frantically warned him, while a premonition of impending catastrophe engulfed his heart.

In the Nether Blood Sea, Ancestor Minghe was so frightened that he nearly dropped straight back into the sea of blood.

He himself was one of the foremost great experts of the Great Desolation's demonic path, and his perception of demonic qi was sharper than anyone's.

The aura on that token reminded him