The Ancient Demon Realm was filled with dense demonic qi that hung like mist. A dark red demonic sun loomed high in the gloomy sky, casting a blood-red glow.
Atop a towering mountain that pierced the sky, four mighty members of the Ancient Demon Clan sat cross-legged, each in a different direction. Two horns sprouted from their heads, and their bodies were covered in scales as black as ink.
Their hands formed Dharma Seals as dense demonic qi churned violently around them, surging and rumbling.
At their center stood a mysterious formation that resembled an altar. It gave off a cold, eerie light, but a closer look revealed that it was clearly incomplete.
The four Ancient Demon powerhouses were continuously using their own strength to repair the formation's damaged parts...
Just then, one of them suddenly froze. He furrowed his brow slightly, a hint of suspicion crossing his face. After glancing at the other three, he hesitated briefly, then summoned a Dharma Seal with his demonic sense.
As the Dharma Seal flickered, a wealth of information appeared before him.
In an instant, the Ancient Demon powerhouse's expression changed.
The other three had clearly noticed the change in his expression. One of them asked, "Brother Mo, what's wrong? Has something happened?"
Moyuan took a deep breath. Looking at the other three Ancient Demon powerhouses, he said gravely, "I just received a distress call from my disciple, Huyan Bo."
"Earlier, they forcibly tore open a Spatial Crack leading to another realm. They even came to me specifically to request a wisp of my demonic sense, so they could stabilize the crack and allow our Mahayana-level powerhouses to invade that realm."
"In his distress message, my disciple Huyan Bo said that there's a being in that realm who has reached the 'Demon God'