In the All Heavens Starfield, within the Demon Realm, a black-clad figure had stood before a majestic hall for dozens of days, never once leaving.
Inside the hall, Jun Wentian sat cross-legged, healing his wounds day and night without taking a single step outside.
The two confronting one another, one in the light and one in the dark, had their killing intent locked onto each other. Neither moved.
"Will Your Excellency continue waiting like this?"
Inside the hall, Jun Wentian opened his eyes and said calmly, "Or does Your Excellency believe you can keep waiting forever?"
Outside the hall, the black-clad figure looked at the figure within and replied, "If you were at your peak, I naturally could not hold you here. However, you are wounded now, and I hold the initiative. If you wish to leave, I am still confident that we can perish together."
"Are all those in the underworld lunatics like Your Excellency?" Jun Wentian asked indifferently.
Outside, the black-clad figure said nothing. His aura vanished, leaving not the slightest trace behind.
Jun Wentian asked no further questions and continued healing with his eyes closed. For now, he could not leave this hall, but this deadlock would not last long. Once his injuries recovered a little more, the person outside would no longer be able to stop him.
At the boundary between the three realms, before countless falling stars, the black-clad figure appeared. Ahead, Ning Chen and Yin'er had been waiting for a long time.
Ning Chen turned over his right hand, and the Soul Suppressing Banner appeared. The auras of over a thousand great demons faintly emerged, their vast demonic breath surging like a raging tide.
"I'll leave it to you."
"Mm."
The demon body nodded and took the Soul Suppressing Banner. The instant the two