Over the ruins of the Dark Nether Spirit Marsh, nearly burned dry, the stench of blood and char still hung thick in the air.
Zheng Huayan frowned deeply, staring at Fa Zichen's cold corpse and the remains of the Dark Nether Divine Turtle, stripped completely of all the essences of heaven and earth until only an empty shell remained. Even his beautiful features were grave beyond measure.
"Heavenly Demons, speak! Was this your doing?!"
He drew an ancient bronze lamp from his robes. There was no oil within it; instead, wisps of pure black demonic qi served as fuel, feeding ghostly violet flames.
Within those flames, several Heavenly Demon phantoms refined into lamp spirits twisted and writhed in agony.
With their Divine Souls scorched by the violet fire, the leading Heavenly Demon let out a soundless shriek. Instinctively, it did not wish to answer, but beneath the might of the Divine Weapon, it was forced to reveal part of the truth: [Who knows... In any case, it wasn't just us.]
[Heh heh, you'd best be careful. Anyway... if I were you, I would never go around saving people who might stab you in the back! Hahahaha!]
Such was the nature of Heavenly Demons. Even after becoming mere kindling, they still did everything they could to sow discord.
"Of course it wasn't just you. There was also the Blood Sea Demonic Sect... and many others besides!"
Zheng Huayan shook his head slightly and put away the lamp.
Naturally, he knew he could not fully trust a Heavenly Demon's words. But the phrase "it wasn't just us" had already confirmed one of his suspicions.
Ever since entering the Zhaolin Realm, Zheng Huayan had spent most of his time rushing from place to place in aid of others.
The Blood Sea Demonic Sect's