Unrest in the Sea of Mist

Inside the skull, the world of the Ruins Domain.

"Lord Ling Yun!"

Having lost his Realm God Plate, Fa Jie watched his four companions draw ever closer and hastily pleaded aloud, "I am willing to serve you from this day forth and regard you as the First Realm God. Could you spare them?"

The four great devil gods—Luan Ji and the others—were the key to reviving the entire Devil Race. If they all perished here, the Devil Race beyond the heavens would never rise again.

At this critical moment, Fa Jie was willing to lay down his dignity, as well as his faith in Pang Jian, in exchange for the survival of his four companions. He wanted to preserve a spark of hope for the revival of the Devil Race beyond the heavens.

"I gave you a chance before. You did not agree at once, and now I have no need of your service or recognition."

Unmoved, Ling Yun said flatly, "Once Pang Jian dies, I will naturally become the First Realm God. It has no choice in the matter."

"Whether you live or die, you and those four great devil gods mean nothing to me."

"For the Ruins Domain, for this world, your deaths would instead be a good thing."

After he finished speaking, the enormous skull of the God King silently came to a stop before the star where the four great devil gods remained.

"Refine!"

A thought stirred in Ling Yun's mind.

From the skull's eye sockets, mouth, and nostrils, Yan Hao's "refining art" surged forth once more, specifically targeting the four great devil gods.

"It's over."

Despair filled Tian Wei's devilish eyes. He immediately sensed that his godhead was about to fly uncontrollably from his mind.

No matter how he steadied his heart and restrained the