A group of a dozen or so cultivators appeared in the Otherworldly Void.
"That is the Supreme Treasure that appeared on the Outer Battlefield. The last time it appeared, many members of our Moxialuo Clan perished."
Karl gazed at the Bronze Ancient Bell holding dominion over the void above the Outer Battlefield, his expression extremely grave.
He was a Demon King of the Moxialuo Clan, as well as the commander of the group sent to infiltrate the Outer Battlefield.
But in truth.
"Commander" was nothing more than a flattering title.
Karl knew perfectly well that the group he led was practically a suicide squad.
If that Supreme Treasure detected them, their chances of survival would be slim to none.
He had spent countless tens of thousands of years cultivating to the Demon King realm. Dying here would undoubtedly be a bitter regret.
However.
The Void Fiend Clan enforced a strict hierarchy. No matter how unwilling Karl was, resistance was not an option.
Because if he refused.
The Demon Emperor would kill him before the Supreme Treasure on the Outer Battlefield even had a chance to detect him.
Going meant death.
Not going also meant death.
The former offered a sliver of hope, while the latter meant certain death. Anyone with a functioning brain knew which to choose.
After speaking.
Karl turned to look at the other clan members in the group.
These people had all undergone body-seizing by Void Fiends of the Moxialuo Clan.
However.
Aside from him, all the other Void Fiends were Demon Lord-level experts. There was not a single one below that level.
The group remained silent, no one daring to speak without permission.
After looking them all over.
Karl settled his gaze on one of them and said indifferently, "Go scout things out first. Remember to