Some time later.
Demon Realm.
Overlord City, Northern Region.
Execution Grounds.
As a landmark of the Northern Region, these execution grounds had stood for countless years. Every brick and stone here had drunk deeply of wind and frost.
Perhaps soaked through with blood, the surfaces of the bricks and stones carried a faint, elusive dark-red stain, bleak and chilling, exuding an inexplicable oppression.
At the center of the execution grounds stood rows upon rows of pillars.
The pillars were blackish red throughout, as though cast from foul, rancid blood. They radiated a sinister, filthy, soul-quivering aura.
Their surfaces were covered in grotesque, bone-chilling yet lifelike monster carvings. With fangs and claws, neither insect nor beast, they resembled demons that had crawled out from the deepest reaches of the Nine Nether, enough to make one's hair stand on end.
These demonic creatures were called Nine Nether Soul-Devouring Monsters, a terrifying kind of monster from ancient Devil Race culture.
Legend had it that they fed upon Devil Race souls. Once a Devil Race member's soul was eaten by one, it would sink into the monster's body for all eternity.
One had to know that, to higher-ranking Devil Race members, the soul was what mattered most.
For Devil Race powerhouses of this level, even if their physical bodies were destroyed, they could still have a chance to revive and be reborn so long as a wisp of their remnant soul escaped. But once devoured by a Nine Nether Soul-Devouring Monster, not even the slightest chance of escape remained.
That was why every Devil Race member possessed an instinctive fear of Nine Nether Soul-Devouring Monsters from the depths of their souls.
At this moment.
Upon those pillars that seemed stained with mottled blood, Devil Race members were bound one after another, numbering no fewer