The Central Demonic Fortress measured fifty kilometers by fifty kilometers. A true concrete colossus.
Its walls rose a hundred meters high and stood twenty meters thick, built in five layers, one behind the other.
Each layer alone could easily withstand a full-force blow, even from a Cosmic Emperor.
Yet, despite its immense size, the forty million demons living within those walls felt small before the colossus soaring above them.
Qingyi saw them as small, too.
Flying high above everything and everyone, he watched the little ants scurrying below, crowding the narrow streets and pointing up at the sky.
His shadow swallowed the entire fortress, dimming the daylight over fifty kilometers of streets. And it was at that very moment that he noticed it.
From the heart of the fortress, a flash of light burst upward, rising fast. Clearly a blade attack from a powerful cultivator.
