Inside this void rift, a dense horde of little demons is flooding out, yet they cannot approach the crystal ball in the center whatsoever.
All the more so.
The most formidable of the six saints, Taiqing Morality Heavenly Venerate, is at the center of the crystal ball, prepared for battle, ready to intervene at the slightest change.
....
After an unknown amount of time.
"Hm?"
Taiqing Morality Heavenly Venerate, at the very center, focuses his gaze towards Zhunti and Jieyin.
Underneath Zhunti and Jieyin's magic treasures, the demons are falling like raindrops, which at first glance seems unproblematic.
However, if one observes carefully, it is evident that every time a little demon dies, a thread of faintly detectable black mist disperses in the air.
A thread, two threads... there is nothing abnormal at first, but as the black mist increases, it gradually forms a black-robed creature in the air.
"Hahaha~ Six Saints, this primordial world belongs to us demons without heaven!"
