The night wind swept like a blade across Heavenly Abyss City's towering battlements, letting out a low, mournful howl.
Outside the main gate, the five flayed corpses of heretical cultivators swayed slowly in the wind, dark red blood dripping down the black iron walls,
a particularly horrifying sight in the darkness before dawn. Yet at that moment, the cultivators within Heavenly Abyss City no longer had the leisure to stand in awe of their prince's iron-fisted methods.
The crimson transmission talisman shattered in Chu Bai's palm scattered blood-red dust into the air. It gathered into a shocking crimson glow, illuminating every defender's face atop the walls in deathly pallor.
"The entire main defensive line has collapsed..."
"The Primordial Demon Sage's will has awakened..."
Those few words weighed as heavily as a thousand tons, threatening to crush the Dao hearts of cultivators who had only just found a moment to breathe amid the war.
What a terrifying existence the Primordial Demon Sage of a hundred thousand years ago had been!
It had been a monstrous demon capable of battling ancient human powerhouses, erasing several great prefectures with a mere gesture.
Even if only the will left deep within the earth veins had awakened, it was far beyond what ordinary cultivators of this age of declining Daoist arts could withstand.
"Your Highness..." Chief Secretary Zhang Cheng's throat felt dry. Looking at Chu Bai standing atop the wall with his hands behind his back, his figure shrouded in violet-gold auspicious clouds, he found himself at a loss for words.
Chu Bai said nothing. He merely gazed quietly toward the western horizon.
Deep in the heavens more than a hundred li away, three pillars of scarlet demonic light rose into the sky like columns holding up heaven, tearing the entire night sky to pieces.