The Demon Spirit Race.
"Nether-Shadow Soul Venerable, Blood Demon Emperor!"
"You actually betrayed the Star Sea!"
"Traitors!"
Inside a dungeon.
Bloody light shone, with Blood Spirits on every side.
These Blood Spirits took the form of blood-colored spheres of light, illuminating the entire dungeon with an eerie, sinister glow.
Within one of its cells, the Eight Desolate Puppet Ancestor, the Desolate God Hall Master, and other Nine-Tribulations Sovereigns from the Star Sea were imprisoned.
Waves of power were devouring the Flesh and Blood of the Eight Desolate Puppet Ancestor, the Desolate God Hall Master, and the others.
The Blood Spirits were feeding on their Flesh and Blood!
Ever since the Eight Desolate Puppet Ancestor and the others had been captured by the Demon Spirit Race, they had been imprisoned here.
Rather than slaying them, they had been kept as Flesh and Blood to nourish the Blood Spirits!
Every day, they endured the agony of having their souls gnawed away.
Even so, the Eight Desolate Puppet Ancestor, the Desolate God Hall Master, and the others never begged for mercy.
Yet they had never imagined this.
One day, they would actually see the Nether-Shadow Soul Venerable and the Blood Demon Emperor!
And the two had come to persuade them to surrender.
Just moments earlier, the Nether-Shadow Soul Venerable and the Blood Demon Emperor had earnestly urged the Eight Desolate Puppet Ancestor, the Desolate God Hall Master, and the others to join the Demon Spirit Race.
They wanted to strengthen the Demon Spirit Race and wipe out the Heavenly Spirit Race in one stroke! That way, when the Outer Realm Demon Spirits descended in the future, they could survive.
"You're courting death!"
At the words of the Eight Desolate Puppet Ancestor, the Desolate God Hall Master, and the others, the Nether-Shadow Soul Venerable's