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In the depths of the starry sky, Evil Flame Territory.

Shadows swayed without end, a figure wrapped within them appearing and vanishing. It was the Shadow Race middle-aged man who had led the pursuit of Thousand Tribulations earlier.

Yet the smug amusement and pride from before had vanished from his face. He hung alone in deep space, trembling, his gaze cautiously darting toward the space above him from time to time.

The lingering folds in the nebula around him, forcibly smoothed by immense power, bore witness to the arrival and residual fury of a superior being.

Suddenly,

Screech—!

A massive claw tore through the already boiling nebula. A colossal body formed of congealed lava descended with a thunderous crash from the High Heavens! Dark-red cores of flame wrapped around it, carrying an utterly vile, nauseating aura that swept through the void and instantly ignited a patch of stardust.

Hate Proxy, Evil Flame!

A pair of abyss-black eyes swept over the tiny Shadow Race middle-aged man below. The icy voice carried not the slightest trace of warmth:

"You are saying that you drove Thousand Tribulations into a dead end just now and accidentally uncovered the specific whereabouts of the Formless Sky Demon?"

Every syllable fell like a frigid meteorite.

"That's right, Your Excellency!" The Shadow Race middle-aged man seemed to have seized a lifeline. His spirits rose, and he could not wait to pour everything out like beans from a bamboo tube.

"That Qian Jie Sky Demon intended to use the Formless Sky Demon to scare us away, but we exposed him. Li Qingshan was hiding in the heart of Human Territory, playing the cowardly turtle as that 'Patrol the Heavens and Slay Evil'!

"That was why Thousand Tribulations let it slip in his last desperate straits, revealing that the Formless