Ancient Demon World.
In the center of the stars shrouded by boundless darkness stood a gigantic black stone arch, from which intense spatial turbulence surged.
"Boom!"
The star suddenly shook as a supreme will, in harmony with heaven and earth, descended out of nowhere through some secret skill.
"Holy God!"
The many Demon Gods gathered here had fervent light flash in their demon pupils, unblinkingly staring at the black stone arch.
"Dark Star."
A cool, ethereal voice echoed through the star, drifting into the encircling layers of black halos.
Amidst the excited roars of the high-ranking Demon Gods, the petite figure of Pang Lin stepped out of the arch, coming into view of all the demons.
"Whoosh!"
A pitch-black phoenix, refined from tremendous alien power, materialized behind her tiny frame.
She moved lightly, her delicate human form standing on the forehead of the dark phoenix, her eyes coldly observing the demon gods as massive as mountains.
"Eh, is this...?"
