As the Foreign Realm World Tree was forcibly uprooted, time and space began to collapse. This vast domain showed signs of breaking apart; fragments of time danced through the air, the Great Dao wailed, heaven and earth shattered, and the powerful aftershocks of the kings' melee tore open one expanse of starry sky after another.
Sun, moon, and stars fell into the void, turning into ripples of stardust. The heavens crumbled and the earth broke apart; everywhere was a scene of world-ending ruin, as though the entire era were about to be buried.
"Demon King Pu! What exactly are you doing?!"
Kundi roared, his silver eyes filled with disbelief. He had suspected everyone, but never Demon King Pu.
After all, this Demon King had died fighting for the Foreign Realm and had been revived by an Immortal Pill. His contributions were beyond question.
The other Undying Kings looked as if the sky had fallen. Demon King Pu was a giant, a leader of the Foreign Realm—he had actually betrayed them? How was that possible? Why was His Majesty rebelling?!
"Have we fallen under an illusion?" It was not only the Foreign Realm kings. The kings of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths and the Immortal Realm were equally dazed and incredulous. Demon King Pu held immense importance in the Foreign Realm. This was equivalent to Wu Zhong, Six Paths, the True Dragon, and Liu Shen defecting to the Foreign Realm. It was simply absurd.
Yet this most unbelievable scene had appeared before them, driving the kings mad.
Facing Kundi's questioning, Demon King Pu—the infamous ruthless figure—revealed an innocent smile. Holding the World Tree, he said, "Actually, I have long been one of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths."
Red King was nearly driven mad. It was as though he had