The Ruler's Power

Inside the ruined temple.

The Black Sickle Demon God stared curiously at the man who entered carrying a demonic sword, his gaze strange. "Bi Lin, you two..."

"Very alike, aren't we?" Bi Lin flashed a brilliant smile.

"You look like you were cast from the same mold!" Black Sickle cried.

He had known Bi Lin for many years, yet he had never imagined that there could be another Nether Devil Race Demon God in this world whose appearance, bearing, and aura were so similar to Bi Lin's!

Equally handsome, equally wild and exceptional—even the demonic cultivation arts they practiced felt much the same to him.

Looking at this devil man who had barged in, he felt as though he were looking at Bi Lin himself. It was utterly unbelievable.

"Bi Lin, who exactly is he?"

A demonic sigil of a black crescent moon emerged between Black Sickle's brows.

A pitch-black crescent suddenly surfaced in the air above the temple, casting a faint demonic glow and transmitting an ancient Demonic Sound of interrogation.

Using a secret art that examined the foundation of a demonic soul, he sensed the visitor's origin and discovered that it shared an immense connection with Bi Lin's!

How could this be?!

How could there be two such similar Nether Devil Race Demon Gods between heaven and earth, both of them mid-rank Demon Gods?!

And Bi Lin clearly knew him!

Yet before this, Bi Lin had never mentioned the existence of such a person to him.

"He is another me."

Demon God Bi Lin smiled and gave Black Sickle's shoulder a light, friendly pat, signaling that there was no need for such alarm.

"Black Sickle, keep your focus on your battle. I waited so long precisely for him to come."

"Heh! He picked the worst possible time. I