"Netherworld, Wansheng, Demon Emperor, submit to me."
"This seat will lead you all to unite the Northern Realm, vie for supremacy in the Northern Region, and ultimately march across the entire Tianluo Continent, laying the immortal foundation for all ages."
"As for that Luo Territory Lord, that wretched bitch must die."
The God Pavilion Master stood amid the boundless demonic aura, like a Demon Emperor reborn.
As the surging demonic aura poured into him, his power quickly reached the threshold of half-step Grand Perfection.
Ancestor Wansheng and the other two wore uncertain expressions.
Were they supposed to surrender to the God Pavilion and submit to this Northern Realm overlord? Had he gone mad?
The power of the Evil Clan from Beyond was utterly incompatible with this world. The moment they stepped outside, they would be as conspicuous as fireflies in the dark, impossible to hide.
It was one thing if the God Pavilion Master stayed put. But once he was discovered, he would surely be wiped out.
And as his subordinates, what good ending could they expect?
But if they didn't take a stance, this madman would surely go on another rampage, slaughtering everyone in sight.
Just as the several sect leaders were caught in a dilemma, Mandala's red lips parted slightly. She showed no sign of fear at the threat. "Kill me? You'd better worry about yourself first."
"Fourth Hall Master, what should happen to Great Thousand beings who pledge themselves to the Evil Clan from Beyond?"
"By Heavenly Palace Law, they must be killed at once."
An ancient voice suddenly resounded through the heavens and earth, making everyone's expressions change in an instant.
Above the crystalline barrier shrouding the mysterious Stone Island, brilliant light gathered and finally took the shape of a tall figure in a green robe.