Deep within the Bloody Wilderness Demon Realm.
Outside the great hall of the Bloody Wilderness Demon Immortal.
Dense demonic energy continuously seeped out from the towering palace that pierced the clouds, lingering on the pitch-black palace walls.
In the solemn silence, the figure of the Bloody Wilderness Demon Immortal stood quietly at the door, his expression cold and indifferent.
At this moment, the entire Bloody Wilderness Demon Realm was in turmoil—fires of war raged everywhere, and countless demonic cultivators perished every moment.
Yet, for some unknown reason, despite all this being closely related to him, he remained completely unmoved, silently waiting at the gate for a long time.
"That old demon must have already arrived…"
After a long wait, he stared steadily in a certain direction and slowly said, his eyes complex and sharp.
