Deep within the sinister, deathly silent Primeval Forest, rotting leaves lay piled high and miasma filled the air. Even light could barely penetrate.
Only the occasional shrill cries of unknown insects added to its eerie mystery.
Three bedraggled figures with feeble auras leaned against the roots of an enormous, dead demonic tree, struggling to regulate their breathing.
They were none other than the Shadow Imperial Clan Woman, who had narrowly escaped that desperate battle against Ye Tian.
Along with the Bone-Eroding Imperial Clan Prodigy and the Blood Fiend Imperial Clan Prodigy, who had lost an arm.
Their injuries were severe, and even their dark origins had been shaken. The wounds and terror in their hearts, in particular, could not be soothed anytime soon.
Ye Tian's invincible figure, like a god or devil from Primordial Antiquity, seemed branded into the depths of their divine souls. Every recollection chilled them from head to toe.
"With a Calamity Immortal Prodigy's help, we could surely bring Ye Tian down!
"Otherwise, our Dao hearts will shatter, and we will never advance another step!"
The Shadow Woman's voice was hoarse, carrying a barely perceptible tremor.
Just then, a cold, deathly aura that made their souls shudder emerged.
Accompanied by another dark demonic might, even more ancient and savage.
They swept in like a tide from another direction in the Dense Forest.
Three figures slowly stepped out of the thick shadows.
Leading them was Prince Yama, dressed in dark dragon robes, his face sinister and vicious.
Beside him stood Su Chen, whose aura was mysterious and unfathomable.
Yet the most striking of all was the being standing slightly ahead of them...
An Ancient Sacred Spirit with a dark-gold body covered in shifting demonic markings and vortexes that devoured light swirling in his eye sockets—the Saint Nightmare Demon