In the Primeval Demonic Realm, war raged across the plains. The four battlefields were locked in an inextricable struggle, leaving living beings devastated and corpses strewn everywhere.
As the war intensified, the Power of Fortune that had protected the Heavenly Demon Royal Clan for countless millennia above the Heavenly Demon Imperial City gradually weakened, falling to an unprecedented low.
Within the Imperial City's Fortune-Watching Pavilion, a white-haired, white-bearded elder watched the Power of Fortune above the Three Emperors Hall, his expression growing increasingly grave.
"Master."
A youth in azure robes entered the Fortune-Watching Pavilion and respectfully bowed.
"What did the two Demon Emperors say?"
The white-bearded elder asked in a deep voice.
The youth in azure fell silent. After a moment, he softly replied, "The two Demon Emperors said nothing."
Hearing this, the white-bearded elder clenched his fists tightly. What exactly were the two Demon Emperors thinking? At this rate, the Heavenly Demon Royal Clan's fortune would only dwindle further. Forget allowing a new emperor to attain the Dao—even protecting the Imperial City would become impossible.
At the same time, before the royal hall of the Thirteenth Prince's Manor, Ning Chen was likewise watching the Power of Fortune above the Three Emperors Hall, coldness flashing continuously through his eyes.
Within the Heavenly Demon Royal Clan, there were now only two combatants at the emperor level. To gain a third, they could only draw upon the Heavenly Demon Royal Clan's Power of Fortune.
However, the Heavenly Demon Royal Clan was no longer what it had once been. Even if they used that fortune, whether the third emperor could successfully attain the Dao remained uncertain. Once all the fortune was exhausted, the two Demon Emperors, stripped of the royal clan fortune's support, would find it difficult to withstand the combined assault of