The Darkness Realm had long since broken away from the scope of the Nether Wall void, for this was abruptly an unknown domain-a dark land exclusive to the Darkness Lord.
The Darkness Lord's body surged, his gaze gazing slightly into the distance. Looking toward the end of the Netherworld, where countless entirely different auras existed, a trace of relief welled up within his eyes... Although those auras were faint, quite a few of them carried a sense of familiarity.
Instantly, his body was enshrouded within the Gray Cloud Curtain, staring at the tiny figures of the two protectors below and the evil army. The heaven-shaking imposing aura surging from his body directly pierced through countless voids, heavily threatening all living things here.
Even if he had separated the Demon Power and relied solely on his current strength, the power of the two protectors before him was still unable to contend with him!
If not for the check and balance of the Evil Robe on his body, his strength would probably have already surpassed Samsara. How could mere evil strongmen threaten him?
Right now, the only things that concerned him the most were the two supreme powerhouses who had previously crossed the Nether Wall to step into the rear. The strength of those two caused even him to be slightly moved. While the Nether Lord's strength was undeniably formidable to the point of being unfathomable, the Darkness Lord still harbored some bad premonitions in his heart...
Presently, his life no longer permitted him to touch that level of combat.
The initial separation-stripping the Demon Power within his body-seemed merely for the sake of forging the most perfect Demon Robe and screening the most suitable successor for it. This was probably all the Darkness Lord could do nowadays.
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