Just as the war to unify Douluo Planet raged like a wildfire.
Inside an office in Mingdu's Presidential Palace, Situ Xuan sat with his head lowered, processing battle reports from across the land. His fingertips slid across the papers, his expression calm.
Suddenly, without any warning, ripples spread through the space inside the office. A slender figure stepped slowly out of a Space Rift without alerting a single guard.
She was a woman of peerless, icy beauty. Her purple-black hair fell to her waist, and faint dark-purple demonic markings covered her brow and the corners of her eyes. She wore a pitch-black dress with eerie thorn patterns embroidered along its hem. Faint black mist and lightning swirled around her, her eyes cold and utterly devoid of warmth, like ice that had remained frozen for ten thousand years.
Situ Xuan slowly raised his head, still holding a report of victory from the front between his fingers. He regarded the uninvited guest with interest, a playful smile curling his lips.
"If I'm not mistaken, you must be the Holy Spirit Cult's Demon Empress?"
The Demon Empress fell silent for a moment, then nodded lightly. Her cool voice rang through the office.
"That's me."
Situ Xuan bared his white teeth, his smile growing even brighter.
"Good. As long as you admit it."
Before his words had faded, a pale-gold ancient tree pattern suddenly lit up between Situ Xuan's brows. Brilliant golden light erupted in an instant, like a dazzling sun, completely enveloping them both.
Spatial transposition!
In the blink of an eye, they went from the heavily guarded office in Mingdu's Presidential Palace to the sky above the West Sea, a thousand miles from Mingdu. An endless expanse of blue sea stretched beneath their feet, the wind howling over churning waves.
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