Time flies like a fleeting horse, a hundred years passed in the blink of an eye, everything seems like yesterday.
A hundred years later, the demon tide rises again.
Millions of hideous demons appeared out of thin air, then flooded the Soul Sea, crazily devouring everything around them.
In the upper sky of the Soul Sea,
Zhao Sheng's face was as calm as water, quietly watching the demons formed by Heart Demons continuously spawn.
Soon, the surface of the Soul Sea was covered with a multicolored carpet, as sickening as filth.
Devilish thoughts thrived, countless murmurs and roars echoed incessantly, evoking myriad human heart convolutions.
At this moment, Zhao Sheng's cold face suddenly showed a sneer.
In an instant, an ordinary bald broken pen fell into his hand out of nowhere.
Then the broken pen's tip suddenly ignited with blazing white light.
The next moment, the broken pen plunged into the Soul Sea below, immediately bursting with boundless flames.
