The independent space occupied by the Demon Clan was shrouded in gloom, the air permeated with an evil aura.
This place was akin to another world, a world engulfed by darkness.
At a glance, a vast array of majestic palaces, akin to a ghastly ghost town, sent shivers down one's spine.
The space of the Demon Clan, devoid of light, saw its flora and fauna revealing their dark natures, all exuding an aura of wickedness.
The evil aura, as if it had fused with this part of heaven and earth.
Above the dim abyss was a floating Black Shadow.
The Black Shadow was none other than the Blood Demon.
The Blood Demon slowly opened his palm, a strand of vibrant red essence blood emitting a faint blood light, hovering in the center of his hand.
A wildly violent surge of energy swept through the area.
This was the essence blood of the Wild Panther!
"Roar!"
