"Is everything taken care of?"
A deep voice rang out from within the palace, filled with endless pressure.
"Rest assured, my lord, everything has been arranged. The little darlings you raised have all been placed inside."
The kneeling man replied with utmost respect.
"Very good. The Phoenix Clan's third young master? Heh heh heh, Huang Tian, I wonder what you will do when you learn that your most beloved son is dead?"
"While we're at it, let the Ancient Royal Clan bleed a little as well..."
A soft laugh drifted through the void, growing stranger and stranger...
Within the Cloud Mist Secret Realm, Hong Batian stood in a desert, his eyes constantly sweeping over his surroundings.
"A desert. Those demon seeds do not like places like this."
Hong Batian said with a faint smile as he walked through the wasteland.
Yet as he walked, Hong Batian frowned. He lowered his head and looked beneath his feet. The sand and stones on the ground were trembling, little by little.
"Something is coming. Black-Yellow Hand, break."
Hong Batian raised his palm, flames coiling around it, then slapped it down toward the ground.
In an instant, blazing fire spread outward from his palm. In the blink of an eye, the ground within a hundred-mile radius erupted into roaring flames.
Countless grotesque skeletons sprang from the ground, surrounding Hong Batian at the very center.
Every one of them was composed entirely of white bones, green flames burning over their bodies, while a bloodthirsty gleam bloomed in their eyes.
They held enormous bones in their hands and chewed on them now and then, making crunching noises that sent chills down the spine.
"Bones, delicious bones. They smell so good. Your bones must be very tasty. Gah gah gah..."
Their taunting laughter rang out without end