This was a gloomy world, as its sun and moon were very dark. They emitted a gray light that enveloped the endless world.
Buzz!
Suddenly, there was a strange wave that turned into a huge spatial whirlpool. It immediately attracted many powerful beings' attentions. Everyone looked towards the end of the whirlpool, which seemed to be connected to the Lower Plane, and couldn't help but comment about it...
"Someone actually triggered the Demon Summoning Talisman…"
"Looking at the fluctuation, it should be the Fiend Blood Tribe. Who would have thought that the small clan would have a Demon Emperor? He's really good at hiding!"
"But, it is a small clan that has a weak background. Otherwise, why would it have been forced to use the Demon Summoning Talisman?"
"This talisman can only lead to the arrival of one Demon Emperor, depending on who has that interest..."
