Whoosh!
Whoosh, whoosh!!
Streaks of demonic light pierced the heavens, tearing through the air as they arrived!
In an instant!
Streaks of demonic light stood suspended high in the sky.
As the demonic light dispersed, a powerful pressure crushed down from a towering figure.
This person!
Was a genuine Devil Master.
Behind him, Golden Core devil cultivators stood in the air, coldly looking down at the sect below.
The next moment!
A demonic beam brimming with divine might slammed into a shimmering Formation Light Screen!
Before long!
The once magnificent sect, with its pavilions, towers, palaces, and great halls, had collapsed into ruins, leaving behind only broken fragments and shattered tiles.
Likewise!
Not a single living creature remained.
The tragic fate of this sect was merely one of the many remnants left behind by those Nascent Soul Cultivators who had died in the Secret Realm.
Of course.
Quite a few sects managed to preserve their legacies.
Some other sects had their wealth divided up and fled far away.
"How much longer?"
Blood Puppet Elder, who was traveling forward with utmost caution, gazed ahead speechlessly.
From time to time, he took out his Identity Token to inspect it, afraid that a Desolate Beast might suddenly spring out.
Buzz!
A soft humming vibration came from within his sleeve.
The next moment!
Blood Puppet Elder immediately pulled the Identity Token from his sleeve.
In an instant, his expression changed, and he slightly altered his direction of flight.
"Damn it!"
"Why are there so many powerful Desolate Beasts?"
Blood Puppet Elder's expression was exceptionally grim as he cursed inwardly.
Though he encountered such situations often, he had no way to deal with them.
After all!
The deeper he traveled, the stronger the Desolate Beasts became.
This had forced him to take quite a