As the shadow appeared, the Spiritual Energy between heaven and earth went into a frenzied surge.
A dark and bleak Netherworld River wound and twisted, slowly flowing through midair accompanied by darkness and chill.
The entire sky turned gloomy in an instant, with the boundless firmament swept clean, and the sunset completely disappeared from view.
In the midst of the Netherworld River, black petals fluttered down from the air.
In just a moment, tens of thousands of petals had fallen.
The people of Divine Demon City looked up at the sky, and someone said with a tremble, "A rain of myriad lotuses descends, it must be the Divine King himself."
"Unknown which lord has graced us with their presence, to think of visiting this Divine Demon City."
Having endured countless years, Divine Demon City was mostly inhabited by strong figures from various domains.
Even Saints could be found here.
But when it came to beings like Divine Kings, everyone had to tread carefully.
