The Demon Court.
Towering palaces loomed over the sea of clouds. The power of the sun, moon, and stars flowed around them, while the Demon Clan's vast fortune formed a golden river that cascaded from the Thirty-Three Heavens all the way down to the Primordial World.
Inside a side hall.
Gui Che had just received a jade slip sent by the Northern Demon Division.
At first, his expression remained fairly calm.
The Witch Clan and Demon Clan clashed constantly throughout the Primordial World.
Losing a few Primordial Unity Golden Immortals, or even ordinary Great Principle cultivators, was no small loss, but it was hardly unacceptable.
But when he saw the words "Black Crow has fallen"...
Gui Che's fingers visibly paused.
"Black Crow is dead?"
The demon general delivering the message kept his head lowered, cold sweat already beading on his forehead.
"Reporting to the Demon Marshal, he has indeed fallen."
Gui Che's brows drew tightly together.
"Who in the Witch Clan did it?"
The demon general's mouth twisted bitterly.
"The Mysterious Abyss Emperor."
The side hall instantly fell silent.
Several senior demon generals nearby raised their heads at once.
Some even thought they had misheard.
"Mysterious Abyss?"
"The one in the Northern Sea?"
"How did Black Crow end up fighting him?"
Gui Che's expression gradually grew grave as well.
The Northern Demon Division was under his command.
Black Crow was one of the most capable Great Principle Demon Kings serving under him.
Though he usually acted with a heavy hand...
He was also reasonably clearheaded.
How had he inexplicably run straight into Mysterious Abyss's hands?
"Tell me everything from the beginning," Gui Che said gravely.
The demon general dared not leave anything out.
The remnants of a Witch Clan army had fled into the Three Lives Post Station.
Chiling had