The Heavenly Devil Lotus Throne resembled a continent floating in the void, and at the heart of that land, a mass of pitch-black devil mist had appeared.
The Heavenly Devil Lotus Throne was ceaselessly absorbing the power of the devil mist and converting it into Li Qingxian's strength.
"Success."
Li Qingxian smiled faintly, and his heart settled completely.
Now that he had taken the Dead Devil Lands, he would next face the Devil Sect's encirclement and slaughter.
But being able to erase one Dead Devil Lands from the human world made everything worthwhile.
Besides, he had long been prepared, with Jiang Youfei and the River Guard Army ready to answer his call.
Since the Devil Sect had come to surround and kill him, then he would let them witness the might of summoning gods in succession.
Next, he would summon six gods in a row—gods far stronger than the six sons of the Kua'e Clan. He wanted to see how many Devil Cultivators could endure it!
What was more, a Grand Momentum Configuration had long been buried here. His preparations were more than sufficient.
If you wanted war, then war it was!
Li Qingxian's heart surged with lofty pride.
He opened his eyes, gathered his true qi, and sent his voice rolling dozens of miles away.
"Li Qingxian, Marquis of Far-Reaching and commander of the Northern Garrison Army, obeys the imperial command to scour away ten thousand devils!"
As he spoke, Li Qingxian withdrew the formation.
The moment his words fell, Li Qingxian was about to bring out all manner of ritual implements and prepare for a grand battle, but he froze where he stood.
Before him lay black ruins carpeting the ground. There was not a soul in sight.
Where were the Devil Cultivators?
Weren't there tens of thousands