The three circled around the Dead Devil Lands and found a small hill more than thirty zhang high. They camped with their backs to the hill, facing the Dead Devil Lands shrouded in black mist, setting up formations and tents, then arranging Momentum Configurations one by one.
People nearby looked over in confusion. They had clearly seen three people walk to the foot of the hill—so how had they vanished?
Several Devil Cultivators came over to investigate. They wandered around the formation for a while, found nothing, muttered among themselves, and left.
Sheltered by the formation, the three treated those outside as if they did not exist, while those outside could not see the three at all.
Only after everything was ready did Li Qingxian take out various magical artifacts and begin using Fate Arts.
Li Qingxian used Fate Arts one after another. Before long, all three of them were gleaming gold from head to toe.
After finishing the Fate Arts, Li Qingxian controlled the formation to create a second layer of isolation, separating himself from Zhou Hen and Yu Ping, then summoned the Inner Gods.
The moment the Inner Gods appeared, their expressions shifted slightly, and they all looked toward the Dead Devil Lands.
The Lightning-Wrapped Drum-Bearing Strongman frowned. "Is this the mortal world or a devil domain? Which immortal god of the Upper Realm would dare slaughter so many lives? The immortals across the heavens could drown him with a mouthful of spit each."
"If someone in the Upper Realm created this many Dead Devil Lands, the Thunder Division could wipe out his bloodline for ten generations."
"In such a tiny realm, there are more than three hundred Dead Devil Lands. It is hard to imagine..."
"A sign of the apocalypse, the eve of the Death Realm..." The