When Ouyang leaped up, charging straight toward the Twelfth Grade Black Lotus in the sky.
The Twelfth Grade Black Lotus seemed to sense its fated enemy.
The Twelfth Grade Black Lotus, which almost covered the entire Demon Realm, abruptly closed its petals, swallowing Ouyang inside.
Like a lotus bud that had yet to bloom, it stood silently between the heavens and earth of the Demon Realm.
At that same moment, the devils of the Twelve Tribes seemed to hear their distant ancestors calling from deep within their hearts and advanced toward the Black Lotus.
The densely packed devils, their groups distinctly separated, poured endlessly from every corner of the Demon Realm toward where the Black Lotus had manifested.
All the devils silently watched the enormous black lotus bud before them, and a voice rang out in all their hearts at once.
When this bud bloomed, they would welcome the king of the Demon Realm!
And when their king was born, he would guide the Devil Race in a new direction!
Chongyang stared blankly at Ouyang, who had been swallowed by the Black Lotus, as though everything was over.
So much for saving the world. When she had seen that blue-green-robed figure holding the sun and moon, she had actually believed he could save this world.
One moment he had been brimming with confidence, declaring he would handle everything, only to be swallowed straight into the Black Lotus bud without lasting even a second!
Were you fucking kidding me?
The catastrophe would descend in the end, and this world would march toward true annihilation.
Chongyang silently knelt facing the Black Lotus, pressed her palms together, and prayed softly, hoping a miracle would happen.
Ouyang did not know whether a miracle would happen, but he knew he seemed to have landed himself