On the outskirts of Demon City, a sea of clouds hung a hundred thousand feet in the air.
An enormous, ancient stone council platform floated silently above the surging sea of clouds. Endless pitch-black demonic energy churned around it, while bitter winds howled through the rocky gullies, their eerie wails like whispers from ghosts in the netherworld, chilling the soul.
Today, this floating platform shrouded in demonic energy gathered all the senior powers of the only seven Human Race tribes remaining within Demon City's million-mile domain.
The hereditary chiefs of the Seven Great Tribes and the core experts who guarded their territories were all present.
No one spoke, and no one made any reckless move.
Deathly silence enveloped the vast floating platform.
The oppressive atmosphere weighed on everyone's hearts like an immense boulder, tightening their chests and making each breath increasingly labored. Inseparable worry and fear lingered on every brow.
The silence lasted a long time before a deep, hoarse voice finally broke it.
A figure wreathed in five dense layers of fiendish radiance slowly rose. A terrifying Highgod aura quietly spread, bringing even the surrounding air to an abrupt standstill.
This was an acknowledged top combatant among Demon City's seven human tribes, a genuine Five-Star Fiend Highgod.
His solemn gaze swept over the gathering. Infused with divine power, his hoarse voice thundered across the entire floating platform and echoed through the sea of clouds and demonic mist.
"Fellow members of the seven tribes, I trust everyone understands the desperate crisis facing the Human Race!"
"Ten years ago, the city lord who ruled Demon City's million-mile domain died unexpectedly, his life and cultivation extinguished!"
"The vast domain of Demon City lost its leader in an instant and fell into a complete power vacuum! Without a supreme expert to maintain order