The Demon Saint's 'Wicked Sorcery'

Who?!!

Within the Mist Immortal Realm, Immortal in the Mist hid amid the fog. Terror covered His handsome face, and bead-sized drops of sweat slid down His forehead.

Shadows spread through the mist. Black tentacles began invading the Immortal Realm, while boundless devilish qi swayed through the fog like seaweed. The tips of the tentacles split open, mucus dripping from their nauseating suckers; even in midair, devilish qi had already begun to spread.

At this moment, Immortal in the Mist did not even dare to move!

"Devils—and not ordinary devils."

Gloom crawled across Immortal in the Mist's handsome face, and the despair in His eyes nearly took tangible form.

In the era when He existed, the cultivation of living beings was not the beginning of their extinction. Immortals raised living beings as one would raise livestock, and naturally, among that livestock were pets like cats and dogs. These slightly "cute" pets earned the favor of immortals, and that was truly where cultivation began.

Some immortals enjoyed watching their own kind devour one another. In that era, the human race, which most resembled immortals, endured exactly this.

The Devil Race was born.

Devouring their own kind drove them utterly mad. They were selfish, sinister, and unscrupulous. The more wicked they had been before becoming devils, the more extraordinary their aptitude became afterward. This aptitude—encompassing potential, strength, talent, intelligence, and more—even surpassed that of most immortals.

The Immortal Court classified these aptitudes, which represented differing levels of danger, as Devil Fiends, Devil Generals, Devil Kings, Devil Emperors, Devil Venerables, and Devil Saints.

"Such dense devilish qi... it should be... a Devil King, a Fusion Realm Devil King!"

Immortal in the Mist's lips trembled, and bloodshot veins filled His eyes.

The mist was gradually stained black by the devilish qi seeping from the