The Face Beneath the Black Robe

The man had almost completely exhausted the Demonic Qi within him. Looking at the various levels of Devil Race crowding around him, he felt an unprecedented sense of exhilaration.

The passage to the Lower Realm was filled with Devil Race, and behind him were tens of thousands of high-ranking Devil Race, each of them filled with covetousness and ambition for the Lower Realm.

This is what men want to see.

He placed his palm on the entrance of the passage, extracting the last bit of Demonic Power and pouring it into the passage.

The passage, which was already somewhat crowded due to the large number of Devil Race, suddenly expanded several times over, attracting even more Devil Race to the Lower Realm.

The man arranged for almost all the low- and mid-level Devil Race to leave, and the remaining high-level Devil Race also jumped down into the passage one after another.

Before leaving, the last high-ranking Devil Race named Wugui gave the man a deep look. "You've gone to so much trouble to help the Devil Race, what exactly do you want?"

"You'll find out what I want later. For now, just do as I say." The man said this to many people, and in the end, these people undoubtedly paid a heavy price they never expected.

Wugui didn't take the man's words to heart. He was the most powerful high-ranking Devil Race besides the Devil Race royal family. Now, Futu was dead, Princess Boruo was missing, and even the monster Heaven Swallower hadn't been destroyed.

Logically, he should have been the new emperor of the Devil Race, so he didn't take men seriously at all.

Wugui leaped into the passage; he had already made his plans. Once he led the Devil Race to conquer the Lower Realm, in consideration of the man's help this time, he would arrange a suitable position for the man, allowing him to continue working for him.

But out of Wugui's sight, the man gazed at the darkness in the passageway, a satisfied smile slowly spreading across his lips.

With a flick of his sleeve, the passage was unilaterally closed.

Boruo, who was hiding in the shadows, saw this scene and his eyes widened instantly.

It's worth noting that opening this passage required considerable effort from the Futu, yet this man closed it so easily, demonstrating his immense power.

So, was Heaven Swallower also killed by him?

During her escape, Boruo secretly recorded the mysterious deaths of high-ranking Devil Race. She soon discovered that even before the Futu, some high-ranking Devil Race had mysteriously disappeared.

When Devil Race dies, its body dissipates. Therefore, for Devil Race, disappearance means death.

Boruo realized that this mysterious man had probably been plotting against the Devil Race for a long time.

He's clearly an immortal, so why doesn't he stay in the Upper Realm? Why does he insist on making a deal with the Devil Race and bringing Devil Race down to the Lower Realm?

Boruo n't understand this. All she knew was that a guy who could kill allies at will, who killed Futu and Heaven Swallower, had done all this not to help the Devil Race, but only to plunge Devil Race into deeper despair.

After doing all that, the man quickly turned and left the Devil Domain.

Boruo hid in a corner and waited for a while, making sure the man was really gone, before she boldly sneaked into the location of the Fire of Tempering.

Even though there were no Devil Race left in the Devil Domain at this moment, Boruo still subconsciously slowed her footsteps, worried that she might make a noise in this quiet environment.

The once blazing blue flames have been extinguished, with only a few clusters still burning, looking like they are on their last legs.

But at this moment, Boruo couldn't care less about anything else. She brandished her fingernails and fiercely slashed open her heart, forcing out a drop of blood from her heart before throwing it into the sea of fire.

"Zhuoxue, child, wake up! Your time is running out!" Boruo cried out.

As if hearing her voice, the waning sea of fire suddenly roused itself, and this drop of royal blood rekindled the flames of Fire of Tempering.

The raging flames roared, pouring their last energy into the young man who possessed the blood of the Devil Race royal family.

Jiang Zhuoxue, who had long since sunk into the depths of the inferno, frowned slightly, showing signs of waking up.

Seeing the changes in the Fire of Tempering, Boruo felt a little more at ease. As long as the flame inside didn't go out, her child would have a chance to emerge.

Thinking this, Boruo gritted her teeth and peeled off another drop of her heart's blood, throwing it into the blue flames once more. The roar of the sea of fire instantly grew even louder.

Just as Boruo was considering whether to add another drop of her heart's blood, an uninvited guest suddenly arrived.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a loving mother's heart. I just wonder if your brother would be disappointed if he saw you doing so much for a half-blood son who is single-mindedly focused on killing Devil Race?"

The man's voice suddenly rang out, causing Boruo to instinctively shiver.

She turned around abruptly and saw the man in black robes leaning against the door. His eyes, hidden beneath his robes, seemed to be fixed on her, with a strange ferocity in them.

Boruo instinctively wanted to escape, but this time the man wouldn't give her the chance.

The powerful Demonic Qi attacked Boruo's already injured chest. Fortunately, Boruo was also Devil Race, and having prepared in advance, she not only escaped serious injury but also converted the man's Demonic Qi into her own. Even her chest wound began to heal.

The man tilted his head. "Oops, I forgot to switch the power."

After he finished speaking, what struck Boruo again was pure, incomparably Immortal Power.

The Immortal Power was the strongest nemesis of Boruo, who was Devil Race. She tried desperately to dodge, but the man's Immortal Power seemed to be everywhere. Boruo felt as if she was being burned by fire when she touched it.

"You're a Human Immortal, why do you insist on picking a fight with me? Judging from your previous actions, weren't you helping the Devil Race?!" Boruo asked tentatively.

The man chuckled softly, "Helping you? No, I'm helping myself."

As she spoke, a surging tide of Immortal Power rushed towards Boruo. Boruo knew that she could not avoid it this time, so she could only mobilize all her Demonic Power to fight against it.

Fortunately, before the man's Immortal Power collided with Boruo, an even more dangerous aura appeared out of nowhere in the room!

The sparks that burst forth from the Fire of Tempering ignited the entire room. Boruo sensed something and turned to look.

Her child, dressed in thick black like night, emerged from the Fire of Tempering amidst radiant light.

"What a coincidence, appearing at this exact moment." The man's tone was tinged with displeasure.

Jiang Zhuoxue didn't care about his dissatisfaction. He suddenly raised his hand, and Demonic Power even more turbulent than the man's roared as it attacked. The man countered with his Immortal Power, but he didn't expect that Jiang Zhuoxue had already prepared a backup plan.

By the time the man realized what was happening, Jiang Zhuoxue had already forcefully torn off his black robe and mask.

A face as white as a lone moon on a high mountain was revealed, and the man's hair, which had turned white at some point, cascaded down his head.

Seeing that familiar face, Jiang Zhuoxue was half confused and half afraid, and gritted her teeth as she uttered his name: "Gu Huaiwei!"