Within the Territory of the Blood Desolation Sect.
Pinghuang Demon City.
Once a lifeless region in the Demon Realm, today it surged with demonic energy, billowing upward like a reverse waterfall. A pitch-black sun hung high above the demon city, burning furiously, releasing a terrifying aura that blotted out the sky.
Within a thousand miles, everything was tainted by demonic power—corroding, warping, and disintegrating into nothingness. The void itself hissed with smoke, and even the wind that swept by had turned jet-black, gloomy and chilling.
Inside the demon city, things were starkly different from the past. No longer was it chaotic and unrestrained. Countless demon cultivators stood silent and solemn, in full battle readiness.
In particular, those garbed in the blood-red uniforms of the Blood Desolation Sect wore expressions of grim resolve, as though prepared to die.
They were all waiting—for the arrival of a certain figure.
