Branding Anchor Point! Ready to Go!

"Becoming a god first to pave the way for others—only those Evil Soul Masters would believe such a thing."

Watching the anchors as they neared completion, the Abyssal Sage King remarked with a mocking tone.

"But this is fine. If not for you foolish Evil Soul Masters, how could This Seat have descended into the Douluo Plane so smoothly..."

Immediately after, the Abyssal Sage King withdrew his gaze, having cast a deep look at Ghost Emperor and the others.

With Black Empress supervising the front lines of the Abyssal Passage and Peak Emperor lurking in the shadows to assist, he did not need to expend much effort.

Although Black Empress's command ability had inexplicably declined, leading to the deaths of many in the Abyssal army within the Douluo Plane, this was also laying the groundwork for his own Advent.

Furthermore, the loyal Black Empress would never betray him.

But soon, the Abyssal Sage King seemed to sense something, his brows knitting together sharply.

"You are truly impatient!"

He discovered that another formidable divine sense was also monitoring the Abyssal front, and it originated from the second layer of the Abyss Plane.

Clearly, Spirit Monarch was also preparing at every moment.

The more Spirit Monarch acted this way, the more indifferent the Abyssal Sage King felt.

"You may only take what This Seat grants you; if This Seat does not give it, you cannot snatch it!"

The Abyssal Sage King whispered coldly, the sternness in his eyes intensifying.

"But this is fine. Since you are so eager to throw your life away, then go ahead!"

As the Abyssal Sage King's voice fell, the cold palace plunged back into silence.

Within the Abyssal Passage, led by Ghost Emperor, those blood beads radiating a sinister, bloody aura were firmly branded onto the light