"The demonic energy in the heavens is welcoming its master."
"When demonic energy runs rampant, the Demon King shall descend," Huangfu Long said calmly.
"Gather every expert in the Lineage above the Sacred Meridian Realm. Send everyone else out of Demon Suppressing Ridge."
"Ancestor, can we stop him?" Huangfu Xiong asked hesitantly.
"You should not hesitate. Whether we can stop him or not, we must," Huangfu Long said as he slowly rose to his feet.
Sword intent that pierced the heavens erupted from his body.
The golden longsword in his hand trembled faintly.
"This is the mission of our Huangfu Family, and it will also be our final resting place."
"Understood," Huangfu Xiong nodded heavily.
"Patriarch!" At that moment, a shout came from midway up the mountain.
Immediately after, a man in yellow robes came running up in a panic.
"What are you panicking for?" Huangfu Xiong frowned.
"What happened?"
"Huangfu Song's life lamp has gone out," the man replied hastily.
"Huangfu Song was guarding the entrance to Demon Suppressing Ridge, wasn't he?" Huangfu Xiong sighed softly.
He closed his eyes, then waved his hand. "I understand. Go."
Xu Zimo walked into Demon Suppressing Ridge and looked ahead.
For ten thousand miles, demonic clouds stretched empty and vast; ahead lay perilous mountains and jagged ridges.
Not a single living creature could be seen here. The surrounding flowers, grass, and trees had all been corroded by demonic energy, turning into demonic plants.
Deep inside, he had an indistinct feeling.
As though something were calling out to him.
The closer he came to the depths of Demon Suppressing Ridge, the stronger that summons became.
Xu Zimo fixed his gaze and walked forward step by step.
After walking for more than ten minutes, a streak of Sword Qi suddenly slashed down from