Jiang Chen stepped out of the quiet room, his face dark and heavy.
"Finally, you're out, Daoist friend Jiang Chen!" Mo Hao called out, beaming as he hurried over. He didn't seem to care about Jiang Chen's gloomy expression in the slightest.
Jiang Chen didn't waste time. "Something's wrong, Daoist friend Mo Hao."
He held up several red magatamas—soul seeds from his subordinates. These weren't just ornaments; they could send simple thoughts across distances. Jiang Chen had already set up signals with his people.
Not long ago, a message came through. The spatial node beneath the Bottomless Abyss—something was off. He didn't need more details. It was obvious.
The demon race was trying to open a spatial channel.
"What? What happened?" Mo Hao asked, his face showing concern. But inside? He didn't care. Right now, he only wanted one thing—to show off. Everything else was just background noise.
