After eliminating the sentries around the island, Bai Xiaowen set up an Immortal Formation along its perimeter. Although the Immortal Talismans gave off some light and Spirit Force fluctuations, his careful control kept the demons on the island from noticing.
Once the formation was in place, Bai Xiaowen led his army into position, surrounding the island from all sides.
When the undead army appeared around the island on giant wooden rafts, the demons noticed them despite the lack of sentries. The presence of so many "weak" Undead was hard to hide from the island's powerful demons.
With a rush like a flock of startled birds, figures shot into the air from the island.
"Who dares disturb the great Tyrant, Lord Nibroz?"
The Demon Lord at their head spoke in a booming voice.
His gaze settled on Bai Xiaowen, Sigrdrifa, and Xia Feng, who stood suspended in the air.
Bai Xiaowen, seated on the Silver Throne, looked every bit the commander of the undead army.
Bai Xiaowen answered in Demon Tongue, his voice carrying across the island. "The new ruler of the Western Continent, master of New Silver City, wishes to borrow something from Tyrant Nibroz."
The Demon Lord shuddered, then flew toward the center of the island to deliver his report.
Before long, heavy footfalls sounded. The enormous Tyrant Nibroz appeared and straddled a hill. He did not fly, but his height of more than ten meters was enough to face Bai Xiaowen and his companions on equal footing.
"We have heard of you. Ismen died by your hand."
Nibroz's serrated jaws, like those of a dinosaur, opened and closed. His thunderous voice scattered the clouds above the island. "Hristos... what do you wish to borrow?"
"The Demon God Remains," Bai Xiaowen said.
"You are dreaming." Nibroz cast a disdainful