The Mainland, peaceful for half a year, was instantly thrown into turmoil by the emergence of the Devil Monarch, tugging at the hearts of countless cultivators.
Their sense of utter destruction brought despair to numerous cultivators.
Consigned to a struggle bereft of life's joys, without a glimmer of hope, the whole world was shrouded in darkness, as if trapped in the eighteenth level of hell.
The Demon Clan had taken deep root in the Mainland.
"The Devil Monarch has come out of seclusion." In the palace of the West Sea Sect, Luo Tianfeng slowly opened his eyes, with a heavy look on his face.
"His cultivation is even more formidable than it was half a year ago," Long Tianzhan said solemnly, his gaze turning toward the Mainland direction.
Feng Tianhun nodded slightly, speaking seriously: "A great battle is imminent. The Devil Monarch, having emerged from seclusion, will surely stop at nothing to annihilate us."
