The day after Shen Lang seized the Demon Seal, the great battle on Cangxia Mountain was still raging.
Within the Imperial City of the Imperial Capital, the Third Prince was meditating in his hall with his eyes closed.
Within a faint, shimmering barrier, Netherworld Qi, as if from Hell itself, completely enveloped the Third Prince.
Sinister winds howled around him, a thousand souls wailed in the night, and a Demon Chaos Dance blurred the lines of Yin and Yang. The scene was just like the Asura Hell.
The Third Prince's eyes snapped open, and he flicked his index fingers several times in quick succession!
POP! POP! POP!
Several sharp streaks of Finger Wind struck the light barrier with incredible speed, causing it to tremble violently.
