"Recently, the Daluo Territory had made one move after another, pressing forward aggressively and shaking the Northern Realm."
"This sovereign could hardly remain uninvolved, so I came to take a look."
The Netherworld Heavenly Sovereign, in the guise of a man in black, chuckled.
Xuantian Hall had collapsed overnight, and the Daluo Territory's armies were riding high.
If they pulled out the thorn that was the Hundred Battles Territory, no one would be left to keep them in check.
As an old rival of the Luo Territory Lord, the Netherworld Heavenly Sovereign naturally didn't want to sit by and let that happen. So when the Three Sects came asking for aid, he immediately accepted, going along with the flow.
"Netherworld Heavenly Sovereign, do you mean to oppose me?"
The Luo Territory Lord didn't bother with riddles. His words were sharp and pressing.
"Heh heh, I only wish to preserve the status quo. I can't bear to see the people plunged into misery."
The master of the Netherworld Palace wore a compassionate expression, as though he pitied all the living.
"Then die!"
The Luo Territory Lord opened his mouth and inhaled, drawing in the spiritual energy filling the sky.
The next moment, he exhaled a stream of incredibly pure Innate Dao Qi. It hung upside down from the azure firmament like the Milky Way descending from the Ninth Heaven, surging down in a torrent brimming with killing intent.
The Netherworld Heavenly Sovereign seized empty air, and a dark battle spear formed out of compressed baleful yin energy appeared from nowhere. He hurled it at the speed of light, its edge unmatched in sharpness.
With a boom, the dark battle spear collided with the Innate Dao Qi. Both vanished.
Watching this, the Netherworld Heavenly Sovereign narrowed his eyes, thoughtful.
Mandala had spent