As Demonic Qi burst forth, Emperor Ming's gaze became like that of a demonic beast, Beast Might surging around him.
A mass of Black Mist enveloped his body.
"Kill me," he said again as he looked at the Son of Heaven Sword in his hand.
"Don't waste your efforts. You can't kill him," said a face emerging from the Black Mist behind Emperor Ming.
"Who are you?" Jiang Yun asked.
"Three Thousand Daoist Court, Primordial Demon Hall, Golden Peng Divine Sect, and Unification Divine Sect—you little brats have all gathered here," the face said with a smile.
"What, those old timers didn't come?
They sent a bunch of juniors here to die instead."
"Who exactly are you?" Yu Huang asked.
"Didn't you come here precisely because of us?" the face chuckled.
Two arms emerged from the Black Mist, seized Emperor Ming, and headed into the distance.
"Kill me," Emperor Ming's voice continued to ring out.
"Don't let him take Emperor Ming away!" Jiang Yun shouted.
Spiritual energy surged around him as he took the lead in pursuit.
The others followed close behind, trying to catch up with Emperor Ming.
Yet countless Witch-Demons flew toward them halfway there.
These Witch-Demons surrounded them from all sides. They did not attack, only disrupted their movements.
"Remain imprisoned here," the face's voice drifted over from afar.
"When our Witch-Demon race sees the light of day once more, you will regain your freedom."
The next moment, the Witch-Demons vanished. From all directions around them, beams of black light shot into the sky.
They dyed the entire firmament black, then descended from the heavens like a cage, trapping everyone within.
Xu Zimo sensed that this Black Mist possessed a corrosive effect.
It did not merely corrode the flesh; it could instantly dissolve even the soul and