Brother, It's Me.

Her divine voice was calm and indifferent.

Yet in the minds of the three high gods, it stirred up a terrifying storm, as though they had been bombarded by ten thousand forces.

Mou Qi lowered his head, his gaunt body trembling repeatedly, unable to understand why she was angry.

From an underground palace where Zi Mo was hiding came a sharp creak, and cracks began to spread across the palace.

Hemo Tian, who was qualified to meet her and hear her speak, faced her indistinct true form with a solemn, dignified expression and demanded, "Are you referring to that fallen ruler of the Demon Race?"

The Great Demon God Hemo Tian remained the most steadfast under the pressure of her emotions.

Within the energy field that constantly devoured starry-sky energy and expanded madly, the ruler known as Luo Shen said, "Who else could it be, if not him?"

Mou Qi shrieked, "He fell in the Sea of Mist years ago. How could he suddenly awaken in Purgatory?"

As this high god of Spirit Clan descent spoke, he secretly employed a bloodline secret art, intending to inform the ruler he served of this earth-shattering news.

Yet not a single one of the bloodline crystal chains he activated could shine.

Even the life essence blood he urged forth failed to display its proper vitality.

Mou Qi, who had acted overbearingly toward Yingyue and Han Yi and arrogantly toward the Sun God, instantly understood what had happened.

He could not help but smile bitterly. "Please forgive me, Luo Shen. That was merely an instinctive reaction. You know that I am a high god under his command. Upon hearing such news, I naturally wished to report it at once."

"You are quite the loyal dog," Luo Shen mocked blandly.

Compared to a dog, Mou