Higher Realm Battlefield.
In a vast sea of white mist, dark figures wove together, forming two opposing groups.
At the head of one group stood a young man whose body radiated a searing, evil aura. More than a dozen people stood behind him, all emanating evil energy.
Leading the other side was an old man in a robe patterned with stars, his hair flowing like a river of stars.
The young man stared at the old man and said slowly, "Wang Mie, you have nowhere left to run. Are you still unwilling to work with us?"
That young man was none other than the Deathflame Evil Scion.
And the old man before him was Wang Mie, the Star River Imperial Clan's Tenth Ancestor.
Wang Mie had fled to the Higher Realm Battlefield with a group of elders from the Star River Imperial Clan. Hunted by the Immortal Path Great World and grievously wounded besides, they could barely move another step.
"My Star River Imperial Clan fought to the death to guard the Border Region for their Immortal Path Great World, and this is how we ended up!"
Hatred covered Wang Mie's face.
"Righteous Dao, Evil Dao—those are just labels the victors give themselves!"
The Deathflame Evil Scion sneered.
"Only strength is truth!"
Wang Mie's eyes blazed with rage and hatred. He loathed the Four Great Dao Traditions to the bone.
"Well? Will you consider working with us? Join our Evil Dao!"
The Deathflame Evil Scion looked at him.
"What are your terms?" Wang Mie asked.
"They're simple. Kill Lu Ren and destroy the Chaos Clan!"
"We're all gravely wounded," Wang Mie said. "Without top-grade immortal medicine, it'll be difficult for us to recover our peak strength!"
That was especially true for him. He possessed a Seven-Marked Battle Body, and now