In the depths of the Demon World, a gigantic valley resembled the throat of a great beast. Looking into the distance, one could only see endless darkness, as if all light had been swallowed.
At the heart of this valley stood an ancient and rugged Stone Hall, appearing as if it had existed since the dawn of time, seamlessly merging with its surroundings.
Inside the hall, a large chamber where flickering campfires emitted a faint green flame, adding a touch of eerie oppression to the gloomy space.
Against this dark backdrop, the Yan Emperor on a stone-carved throne was sitting with closed eyes, performing breathing control.
Suddenly, the Yan Emperor opened his eyes abruptly, a sharp gleam flashing in his pupils.
He rose swiftly, and although his deep voice wasn't loud, it echoed throughout the entire hall: "Dead? He's actually dead! That Su Wu is truly useless!"
Through the forbidden seal left on Su Wu's body, the Yan Emperor had already sensed his demise.
