With the matter of Zhang Lei settled for the moment, Ling Feng and Ying Huanhuan were about to leave to search for the teleportation formation to the Demon Region.
Before they could leave, however, an enormous black rift slowly spread across the azure sky above the Flame God Hall like the gaping maw of a monstrous beast. An astonishingly evil aura abruptly gushed out.
As that evil aura spread, everyone could sense the ambient Yuan Power filling the world around them begin to boil.
Within that restless Yuan Power, Ling Feng sensed resistance and rejection, as though the Yuan Power of this world would not tolerate the existence of that evil aura.
Many powerful cultivators in Flamefire City sensed this phenomenon as well, but the discovery left them somewhat stunned.
It was the first time in their lives that they had felt the world's Yuan Power reject something.
Yuan Power permeated this world, allowing its living beings to draw it in and absorb it, yet it had never shown any sign of rejection.
"What is that?"
Bewildered gazes turned toward the strange disturbance above the Flame God Hall. Although the black demonic aura sweeping out made them deeply uncomfortable, they had no idea where it came from.
"Why does this aura feel a little like the Soul Clan's?"
Ling Feng stared solemnly at the black rift tearing open in the sky. That evil aura felt strangely familiar.
However, just as everyone was puzzling over it, a rough male voice brimming with unparalleled dominance rang throughout Flamefire City.
"Three General Rank Otherworldly Demons! You Otherworldly Demons certainly think highly of me, Mo Luo, sneaking in to ambush me while I'm in seclusion. You're really doing your Otherworldly Demon Kings proud!"
As that voice rang out, the azure sky above the Flame