Mu Chen Takes a Master

Thick Demonic Qi churned at the border like boiling water. Separated by only a few dozen meters, its concentration abruptly increased severalfold.

Demonic clouds blotted out the sky and devoured the sun and moon's radiance. The projections of ten Heavenly Devil Emperors flickered in and out of view amid the gray-black mist, emanating suffocating pressure.

As ghostly light flickered, a deep voice rang out, its sound waves spreading outward like a tide. "A strand of divine sense... who knows what it brought, and what it took away."

"Perhaps we should stop him," another hoarse voice replied.

"Didn't we already try? We simply failed."

"I mean we should act in earnest... he is alone."

The Bone Wing Heavenly Devil Emperor's throat bones scraped together with a metallic sound, while the phosphorescent flames in his eye sockets flickered unpredictably. "We only need to keep an eye on Hun Tiandi and prevent him from further encroaching upon our territory... Before the Saint Heavenly Devil Emperor gives the order, we must not rashly start a war."

"That threat has yet to be eliminated... Amon excels most at fishing in troubled waters. Once the situation descends into chaos, who knows how many more will fall victim to him."

Another enormous shadow wrapped in chains let out a low growl. The skulls hanging from its chains all opened their hollow eye sockets. "Is there really no way to drag that damned thing out? Isn't he a living being of the Great Thousand World? With spiritual energy all over him, he should stand out here, shouldn't he?"

"No, I have seen him before... What he used was not spiritual energy, but evil qi identical to ours... I even suspect that the Amon Clan mutated from one of our own races."

"The Heart Devil Clan? That ghostly thing