Emperor Yi Deng arrived at the Purple Snow Mountain, and he surveyed the vast expanse of rubble below him as a crimson sea flashed before his eyes.
"From all visible signs, it looks like there were at least eight people involved in this assassination. That's really strange… How could Laden not have detected an attack of this magnitude beforehand?"
Emperor Yi Deng fell silent as he looked down at the gargantuan crater in the center of the spell formation.
He continued to simulate the situation, which led him in a certain direction. He then stopped once again at another gargantuan crater nestled amid a series of mountains. "What terrifying lightning… to think that my son would die from tribulation lightning…"
Emperor Yi Deng stood in mid-air as crimson clouds surged in the sky, transforming the world around him into a crimson hell.
