The palace of the leader of the demonic cult was an incomparable place, surrounded by crimson rivers and boiling gas geysers.
Throughout a region of more than a hundred kilometers, demonic beasts from the realm of rebirth patrolled.
The last ten kilometers were patrolled directly by the demon lord's personal guard, the Crimson Guard.
In a secluded room in the depths of this palace was the clinic of the celestial demon doctor.
He was an old man with a kind face and calm steps, with a long, well-kept gray beard.
"Ugh... that damned Tang patriarch!" The demon cult leader gritted his teeth as he sat on a cold steel platform, his powerful body revealing horrible wounds.
They were like a thousand tiny needles covering his body, forming purple circles where they had been lodged.
