This was a world almost consumed by demonic flames.
The heavens and earth stretched for countless tens of thousands of miles, yet vast demonic qi dyed this entire realm.
There was nothing in this world.
Other than demonic qi, there was only a mountain directly ahead.
Raging demonic flames burned beneath the mountain, reflecting the entire firmament crimson.
The mountain was steep, its strange rocks jagged and rugged.
A person stood atop the mountain.
He had his back turned, dressed in black robes that danced wildly in the demonic flames like ghosts and monsters.
As Xu Zimo arrived, the man slowly turned around.
"I am waiting for someone!"
His face was covered in Demonic Seals, especially those eyes burning with demonic flames.
They seemed to contain supreme terror.
His body was not particularly tall, yet he gave off an immensely towering impression.
He seemed like an existence with the sky above his head and a river of stars beneath his feet.
"Is it you?" The man atop the mountain looked at Xu Zimo and spoke as though waking from a dream.
"My lord, how long has it been?
I do not even know how long I have waited.
This ruined body has been scorched by raging flames.
You have finally come."
"Demon Slave?" Baimeng stepped out of the void and asked blandly.
"So it is Lord Seventh War General," the man atop the mountain greeted him.
"Who is he?" Xu Zimo asked in confusion.
"Your former servant," Baimeng replied respectfully.
"What?" Xu Zimo looked at the man atop the mountain and asked.
"Why are you waiting for me here?"
"My lord, the you of the past left something here for the you of the present.
I have waited for you to come and take it," Demon Slave replied hastily.
"What