Flames surged out of nothingness.
Like an angry tide, the firelight rolled and spread across the sea of clouds, burning away the dense miasma that the You Mountain Range had accumulated over millions of years.
Scorching, violent waves of heat poured down from the Nine Heavens, pressing over all of Wanchuan Valley.
The grass and trees in the valley withered and burst into flames at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning to ash.
Wang Canglan's voice was not loud.
Yet it rang clearly across the sky.
Thousands of demons looked up, their faces filled with terror as they gazed at the red-robed figure in the sky.
Then they exchanged bewildered glances.
What did this mean?
From the looks of it... had he come for revenge?
But with a spectacle capable of laying waste to heaven and earth, just who was this newcomer?!
Just then.
Countless tongues of flame swiftly converged in several places, accompanied by piercing cries that rang through the nine heavens.
The flames gradually took the shape of mighty Fire Phoenixes, each one blotting out the sky.
Under this terrifying pressure.
Even the few Demon Emperors who usually thought themselves above everyone else were trembling so badly their legs shook, not daring to draw a single breath.
Among the throng of demons.
An ape demon clad in heavy armor stared fixedly at the nine circling Fire Phoenixes in the sky and the red-robed man standing with his hands behind his back.
His gaze was vacant, his lips trembling as he muttered, "It's him... It's him..."
Several familiar Demon Kings beside him saw how dazed he looked and grew frantic.
"Who is it?!"
"Quit dragging your feet and spit it out!!"
The surrounding demons all urged him to speak.
The ape demon looked away, his expression complicated.