Across the thousand-mile frontier, Demonic Mist surged into the heavens.
Ceaselessly roiling black Demonic Mist stretched across the vast void, pressing heavily over the land and completely shrouding the ravaged, blood-red blackstone wasteland.
Above the wasteland, the Asura City Lord stood in midair, his black robes snapping in the raging demonic winds, his bearing aloof and peerless, supreme in the world.
The sweep of the entire region had just concluded.
The Six Great Tribes were empty, with no trace of the Human Race. In his mind, the ten-year-old case had long since been settled.
As a direct descendant of an Overgod and an Asura-level prodigy, his exalted status surpassed all throughout the demonic realms. He naturally disdained personally imprisoning and escorting an unconscious, dying human ant.
All the trivial, crude chores beneath his dignity were left entirely to the personal maid beside him.
The alluring Six-Star Fiend maid stood behind him to one side with her head lowered, fine threads of demonic light curling around her fingertips.
An ancient, dark Void Demon Box floated silently above her palm.
Within the box was a self-contained space, still and isolated.
Shiheng's body was firmly imprisoned inside, layers of high-tier sealing demonic runes locking down every part of him.
Ever since the earthshaking bloody battle at Blackstone Pit had ended, his Divine Soul had been on the verge of dispersing, his body's meridians had been severed inch by inch, his blood and vital energy had been utterly depleted, his Life-Bound Dharma Aspect had shattered, and all four Century Divine Weapons had been ruined.
Now, his life flickered on the verge of extinction, his consciousness completely sealed off as he lay deep in an endless, deathly slumber.
His Divine Soul was sealed, his vitality locked away, his power suppressed, and his senses extinguished.
He