The dark silhouette stirred.
Two beams of light extended from the darkness and fell upon Yelvis.
At once.
The Demon Emperor's body shuddered involuntarily.
The light vanished.
The dark silhouette coalesced, then took human form.
"Lord Demon Monarch!"
Yelvis bowed his head in salute.
Moxialuo regarded him impassively and asked in a calm voice, "What is going on with the Ancient Stars?"
“Not long ago, a power that had lain dormant within those Ancient Stars for a long time erupted and shot toward the Great Thousand World. Along the way, it also inflicted considerable losses on our Void Fiend Clan.”
Yelvis dared conceal nothing and reported everything truthfully.
Upon hearing this.
Moxialuo's expression remained unchanged, and his body abruptly vanished into the distance.
Only after he left.
Did Yelvis's taut body suddenly relax.
In Moxialuo's presence.
He had felt immense pressure.
Demon Monarch!
Yelvis's eyes flickered, and his fists clenched unconsciously.
He was only one step.
Away from becoming a Demon Monarch.
But even that single step was a gulf as vast as the difference between heaven and earth.
Hundreds of thousands of years ago.
Yelvis had already been a top Demon Emperor. Now, hundreds of thousands of years later, he still could not cross that threshold.
If he could break through to the Demon Monarch realm.
Then even if his strength fell short of Moxialuo's, he would no longer be an ant the other could crush at will.
Elsewhere.
Moxialuo had appeared before a star.
The star, once desolate and lifeless, now shone with dazzling light.
The Void Fiend Clan.
Loathed nothing more than such brilliant light.
They had been born in the Otherworldly Void, where no light existed, only endless darkness and desolation.
"What means did the Great Thousand World use to draw out the power contained within