Moments ago, deep beneath the forest ground, inside the central chamber Su Ming had just uncovered, spatial ripples churned like a vortex.
A large spatial array carved into the stone blazed with violent crimson light, and a massive figure stumbled out of the glow.
The Nether-Abyss Tiger Demon hit the ground heavily, his twelve-foot frame encased in molten Flame Lord Armor. Heat hissed against the damp stone walls as his bloodshot eyes darted around the cavern in wild panic.
"Mountain Fist was killed as well!"
Before him stood Chen Wuhen, Lady Tao, and Elder Yun Song beside his towering Quasi-Saint Yin-Flesh Puppet.
For three hundred years, Demonic Ancestor Mo had roamed the continent in the shadows as a hunter. But today, he has become the hunted, backed into a single corner. With every other stronghold wiped out, Demonic Ancestor Mo's remaining vessels were now trapped inside this stronghold.
