Ten Thousand Demon Conference

"Yes, yes, A Meng, you're the best!" Mu Chen said as though humoring a child.

He had discovered that as long as he stroked her ego, it was quite easy to get some knowledge out of Di Er Meng for free.

"Of course I am!" Di Er Meng was still basking in smug satisfaction.

Seizing the opportunity, Mu Chen launched a sneak attack.

"Come to think of it, is the Amon Clan really that strong? Hun Jin just said the Outer Evil Clan needs the entire Great Thousand World working together to resist them...

"And even so, they still occupied half their territory. Can you really move around freely over there just by wearing a Monocle?"

Di Er Meng's gaze began to wander. "Not necessarily freely. If you wear a Monocle and put on a particular outfit, they might mistake you for Amon—our clan leader.

"Most of the time, they'll be wary and on guard, not daring to stop you. But there's another possibility...

"You might directly attract the siege of dozens of Devil Emperors. Well, they wouldn't dare attack if there were too few of them."

"Devil Emperors?"

"Experts equivalent to Heavenly Sovereigns. That's what the Outer Evil Clan calls them."

Mu Chen's mouth twitched... How was that free passage? That was ascending to heaven on the spot!

On a certain continent in the Great Thousand World, eerie black clouds blotted out the sky, while a frigid, evil aura blanketed everything.

This was land occupied by the Outer Evil Clan, and also the place where the evil clans had first descended.

To commemorate that day, the Outer Evil Clan's true leader, the Heavenly Evil God, had built a great hall here as his sleeping palace.

After the Heavenly Evil God was sealed away, this became the gathering place