Not long after the explosion, in the central hollow of Demon Burial Mound, where the Demon Pool had originally stood, a stream of black Demonic Energy suddenly began to rise. At the same time, a mass of white light emerged after it, the two constantly tangling together.
The two forces canceled and resisted each other. No one knew how long it lasted, but the Demonic Energy suddenly surged, scattering the Radiant Spiritual Power. Then the Black Aura slowly condensed, forming a middle-aged man clad entirely in black. This man was the Devil Master.
Through Little Butterfly hidden above, Huo Hai had already seen the Devil Master arrive. The Devil Master's aura was now exceedingly weak. Let alone his former towering ferocity, he could not even maintain the bearing of the Spirit King Realm. His aura fluctuated between below the Spirit King Realm and above the Spirit Marshal Realm, appearing and vanishing, and it was still steadily declining.
Before long, it would likely weaken to the Spirit Marshal Realm. Even sensing this, Huo Hai still did not dare make a move. For the Devil Master to have survived for so many years without any tricks up his sleeve would be nothing short of a joke.
Even if he truly had no tricks left, his former realm and cultivation were not something Huo Hai could handle. Even with only the Spirit Marshal Realm, the Devil Master could still borrow the might of heaven and earth. With his own strength alone, Huo Hai would find it difficult to withstand him.
He had to wait until the Devil Master's cultivation fell a little further. Huo Hai thought silently as he nervously watched the Devil Master's every movement through Little Butterfly. The Black Aura finally condensed completely. The Devil Master's face was pale now, carrying