The Immortal Realm's only remaining forces were the Four Sages Immortal Venerables at the heart of the Netherworld Palace-Black Tortoise, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Azure Dragon.
By now, the four Immortal Venerables had expended vast amounts of Dharma Power. Their auras were terribly weak, and wounds covered their bodies.
Yet their eyes still burned with fierce, resolute fighting spirit, without the slightest lapse.
In their midst stood a young man whom they had surrounded.
The young man wore black robes. His wild, long hair stirred without wind, and his face bore an easy, carefree smile, a stark contrast to the Four Sages Immortal Venerables' readiness to face death.
This young man was the founder of the Netherworld, a towering figure from the Demon Realm of the upper plane-the Heavenly Calamity Devil Ancestor.
"You four, stop fighting with your backs to the wall."
The Heavenly Calamity Devil Ancestor stood with his hands behind his back and laughed coldly. "Though you are mere ants from the middle plane, I have always admired you greatly."
"With your aptitude and talents, remaining in a little place like the Immortal Realm is truly beneath you."
"If you are willing to submit to me, I shall grant you power unrivaled beneath the heavens."
"In time, I shall take you with me to fight our way back into the Demon Domain. You will see how high the heavens truly are, how vast the seas, and become lords of the upper plane!"
White Tiger spat a mouthful of bloody froth onto the ground and snarled through gritted teeth, "Bullshit!"
"In life, we belong to the Immortal Realm; in death, we shall be its ghosts. Want us to submit to a devil like you? Not a chance!"
"Hundredfold Fist Dance!"
Gathering every ounce of strength, White Tiger lunged