A day ago, in a secluded valley of Qiwu Mountain.
The valley was teeming with malice, exuding an evil aura everywhere. Billowing black gas swirled out, and even in daylight, gave off a bleak and gloomy feeling.
There was light clearly ahead, yet ordinary people's eyes couldn't absorb this brightness, rendering them completely blind in this valley.
From deep within the valley, occasional mournful cries sent chills through one's heart and shook one's soul. These were ghostly cries; the valley seemed to have transformed into a netherworld, a place unlike the human world.
A dark purple Blood Demon hurriedly entered a tent.
Despite the powerful strength of the dark purple Blood Demon, once it entered the tent, it turned extremely cautious; a sense of unease and fear was even apparent in its demeanor.
It was evident that an even more formidable entity resided in the tent, far surpassing the might of the dark purple Blood Demon.
"Paying respects to Lord Ming!"
