Welcome Back, Your Majesty, the Human Emperor (4K) (Continued)

At the same time,

From the giant coffin in the center emerged a figure wearing a tall crown, his face as pale as paper. He held a black-gold book and a blood-red iron brush.

His aura was icy and sinister, his gaze indifferent. As his eyes swept across the area, it was as though he were judging the lifespan of every living being present. He was the Netherworld Prince.

Compared to those two, the figure stepping out of the giant coffin on the right seemed far too elusive, as though he had no tangible form.

He wore a miserable white hemp robe and a pointed white hat, his face equally pallid.

In his hand, he carried a rust-covered chain that seemed capable of hooking souls. At its end was a ferocious ghost claw.

He moved without making a sound. Even his emergence from the coffin caused little disturbance, yet he carried an eerie aura that seemed to seize souls and spirits.

He was the Prison-Suppressing Son.

Boom...

The three sons of the Underworld had arrived together. As they emerged from their coffins, their auras connected as one, and deathly intent filled the air.

Where they stood, one side of the altar supporting the divine coffin was completely shrouded. Even the light seemed to be swallowed, turning it into a ghostly domain.

Rumble!!

Yet the Underworld was not the only side displaying its might and indirectly "clearing the field."

On the other side of the altar,

Holy light shot into the sky, while the aura of Divine Marks surged like dragons.

Six Saint Spirits at the Great Saint level, each with a different form, stood tall. Every one of them radiated monstrous ferocity and sacred might.

Among them was a Stone Man Saint Spirit, crimson all over as if forged from