Boom~ boom~ boom~
In a certain patch of vacuum in the Netherworld Realm, a series of explosions suddenly erupted.
A group of wild demodragons living on the ground raised their heads in confusion, looking up at the sky in pain—earlier, Tyrannical Song's speech was broadcast simultaneously in both the main world and Netherworld Realm. The demodragons here, just like the cultivators in the main world, had been staring up at the Heavens for so long that their necks were starting to feel sore.
And now, another series of explosions ripped through the vacuum overhead, triggering their curiosity. Once again, they instinctively lifted their heads—this time, their necks screamed with sharp pain, a pure torture.
"What the hell is that?" one demodragon wondered aloud.
High up in the sky, something seemed to be invading the Netherworld Realm? That thing was tearing through the defense energy layers of the Netherworld Realm's upper atmosphere one by one, rubbing out dazzling firelight.
