The Black-Robed Demon King hung high in the firmament, looking down over Roselight Capital, which had fallen into darkness. His voice reverberated throughout the Nine Heavens and Realms. Both the Roselight Capital cultivators fighting on the city walls and the evil ghosts of the Corpse Tide mounting their massive assault heard it.
The evil ghosts of the Corpse Tide attacking Roselight Capital stopped. No matter how grotesquely shaped the demons were, they all fell to their knees and bowed in unison to the Black-Robed Demon King.
"The gate has opened completely. At last, it's time to wrap things up."
The Black-Robed Demon King spoke as he gazed toward the imperial city.
Elsewhere.
In an empty stretch northwest of Roselight Capital's city walls, where there were neither cultivators from the capital nor evil ghosts of the Corpse Tide, two figures stood.
One was the [Death-Severing Baleful Fiend King], who had promised Zhang Yuan that he would come and help. At that moment, he was chatting with someone.
The person chatting with him wore the same black robe as the Black-Robed Demon King, but made no attempt to conceal his true face or figure. His features were utterly unremarkable, and a white ring hovered behind his head. He held two supreme treasures: a vibrant blade of green grass and a square bronze bowl.
[Heavy Spring Spirit-Commanding Demon King].
He was the true lord of the [Underworld-Penetrating Soul-Severing Palace]. The Black-Robed Demon King hovering in midair was someone else entirely-the demon king of another Demon King Palace.
"Heh. I thought you knew nothing about this, but now I see you're an accomplice too."
The [Death-Severing Baleful Fiend King] spoke in a low voice.
The [Heavy Spring Spirit-Commanding Demon King] shook his head gently. His voice was neither quite male nor quite female,