The Wang Clan Flourished Ever More

Just as the Demon Emperor and the Third Prince were basking in boundless glory.

Outer Realm Demon Domain.

A secret stronghold some distance away from Demon No. 2 Base.

It was an underground palace carved out by hand. It was not large, only about the size of a Branch Residence, but its defenses were exceptionally thorough, and its interior was lavishly furnished. It could practically be considered a miniature palace.

Deep within the underground palace, in a chamber styled like a bedchamber.

Exquisite demon-pattern lamps cast bright light, illuminating every corner of the hall.

At this moment.

Beneath the lights, a broad-shouldered, powerfully built man sat cross-legged upon a spirit jade bed, his eyes shut as he meditated and cultivated.

He was a middle-aged man with a cold, austere bearing. His features seemed carved by blades and axes, and every inch of him exuded majesty.

Surging demonic qi coiled around him, pulsing slowly with the circulation of his cultivation technique.

As the demonic qi spread, a terrifying pressure filled the entire chamber. It surged like the tides, radiating a dreadful oppression that left one breathless.

This figure was none other than the Demon Venerable.

After being jointly wounded by the Nether Baleful Demon God and Yun Xiayang, he had hidden in this secret stronghold and entered seclusion to heal for quite some time.

After all this time, his injuries had been temporarily stabilized. But to make a full recovery, he would likely need at least several decades, perhaps even a century or more.

There was no helping it. During that battle, Yun Xiayang had struck in fury and shown not the slightest mercy. He had fought with the mindset of killing the Demon Venerable if possible, and severely crippling him if not.

Moreover, the power of the Blood Dragon Demon