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In the territory of the West State.
Inside the ancient hall that had been split in half.
Dozens of Demon Kings were trembling with fear within that half-destroyed hall.
They hardly dared to breathe, their gazes filled with fear as they looked at the other half of the hall that had been cleaved open.
This hall, a heritage of the Demon Race from Ancient Times, was considered a treasured artefact.
Moreover, it was protected by an ancient Formation outside.
Yet such a treasured hall, along with the ancient Formation, had been sliced open by that one Light Wheel attack...
It was fortunate that the Light Wheel had not touched them.
If it had, they feared that not one of them would have survived.
All of the Demon Kings were deeply worried and terrified about the origin of that Light Wheel.
The unknown was what they feared the most.
At this very moment.
These Demon Kings were sitting within the half-remaining hall.
