Above the altar, the space rift grew larger and larger.
An enormous black hand reached out of the rift, covered in black scales, its nails sharp as blades.
Next came an arm, a shoulder, a body...
Moments later, an enormous figure a hundred feet tall stepped out of the space rift.
Thick black mist shrouded his entire body, obscuring his face. Only a pair of scarlet eyes could be seen, like two blood-red lanterns radiating a savage, icy light.
The Nether General had descended!
The instant he appeared, a terrifying pressure swept through the entire branch stronghold.
Gales howled, black mist surged, and even the ground trembled slightly.
Every heretical cultivator prostrated themselves, their bodies shaking, not daring even to raise their heads.
"Lowly ants, what urgent matter have you summoned this general for?"
The Nether General spoke, his voice like thunder laced with a bone-piercing chill, making everyone's eardrums ache.
One of the heretical cultivator leaders fought back his fear and stammered:
"R-reporting to Lord Nether General... Su Ming, the Allied Army's Alliance Leader, has fought his way in... The Deputy Church Leader... he has already been killed..."
"Please take action, Lord Nether General! Slay Su Ming and avenge the Deputy Church Leader!"
He had intended to wait for the Deputy Church Leader to come out and take charge, but there had been no sign of him after all that waiting. Seeing that the Nether General had already descended, he could only steel himself and report.
"Su Ming?"
The Nether General narrowed his scarlet eyes slightly, a hint of disdain in them.
"An ant of the human race is worth this general's intervention?"
In his eyes, human cultivators were all ants. Even a half-step great emperor amounted to nothing.
He was a war general of the Netherworld, a figure