As he spoke, he handed his storage bag to the middle-aged devil, nervously adding, "I brought Aarzostes and the others’ bodies out with me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the storage bag flew straight into the hands of the Lord of Night Sorrow City.
The middle-aged devil didn’t even have time to catch it, his pupils shrinking in shock.
The Lord of Night Sorrow City was truly powerful; his speed was so fast that the middle-aged devils couldn’t even react.
The Lord of Night Sorrow City retrieved seven bodies from the storage bag.
Among them was the body of Aarzostes.
The familiar face, coupled with the undeniable sight of the corpse, forced him to accept the heartbreaking reality that Aarzostes was truly dead, nearly driving him to madness.
A terrifying, oppressive aura filled the hall, overflowing with intense and violent rage, a fury that threatened to destroy everything in its path, further burning away his reason.
"My son!" the Lord of Night Sorrow City roared, his voice full of anguish, "I swear I will avenge you!"
"Lord, please reconsider. Don’t act rashly. The human experts might already be aware of this. If you act impulsively, not only will you fail to avenge your son, but you might also end up getting caught in a trap." His trusted aide quickly advised him.
At a time like this, there was no way the Lord of Night Sorrow City could listen to such advice.
The murder of his son was a hatred that could never be forgiven.
The middle-aged devil thought to himself, though he hadn’t expected that the Lord of Night Sorrow City had already sent six elite guards to protect his son, and yet, his son still died.
Among those six guards, two were at the peak of their rank, while the rest were at mid to late stages.
With such a powerful group, nothing should have gone wrong in the secret realm, which only allowed a hundred people inside.
However, as soon as this young devil emerged, he was immediately brought here by the Lord’s men.
He hadn’t had a chance to ask about the details of what happened.
But what surprised him even more was that the Lord of Night Sorrow City actually took the advice to heart after hearing his trusted aide’s words.
"If the Lord of Night Sorrow City has no other business with us, we’ll take our leave," the middle-aged devil said, eager to leave the situation behind.
"You may go, but your younger relative cannot leave yet. I still have many questions to ask," the Lord of Night Sorrow City said coldly, his gaze fixed on the direction of the secret realm.
Noticing this, the middle-aged devil suppressed his dissatisfaction and told the young devil, "Since the Lord of Night Sorrow City has questions, answer them carefully."
In the end, the Lord owed them a favor.
Without his young relative collecting Aarzostes’s body, the Lord might never have seen his son again.
"Describe exactly what you saw that day, don’t leave out a single detail!" the Lord of Night Sorrow City demanded harshly, his face twisted in anger.
The thought of his son’s despair before death filled him with unimaginable rage.
The young devil didn’t dare to hide anything.
Lying wouldn’t benefit him; if the Lord cross-checked his story with others, he would be found out, and the grief-stricken Lord would tear him apart.
So, without missing a single detail, the young devil described everything he saw that day.
However, Amalia had already covered up much of the scene, so the young devil couldn’t provide much useful information.
In the end, the Lord of Night Sorrow City could only confirm that it was a human disciple who had killed his son.
The wounds on the bodies were proof.
Other devils wouldn’t have done this because they had no conflicts of interest.
No one would have killed Aarzostes at the very beginning of the secret realm; it wouldn’t benefit them.
Only humans would do something like this.
The Lord of Night Sorrow City slammed the armrest heavily and suddenly stood up.
The chair beneath him instantly turned to dust as he roared in anger, "Humans! I will tear apart the one who killed Aarzostes!"
After speaking, he appeared in front of the young devil and grabbed his neck with his hand forcefully, his face twisted with rage.
"Tell me, who killed Aarzostes? What is the current situation in the secret realm?"
"I—I really don’t know," the young devil gasped, feeling like he could hardly breathe.
It wasn’t the force of the Lord’s grip but the overwhelming pressure he exerted that made him feel suffocated.
The middle-aged devil immediately looked toward the Lord’s trusted aide.
The aide quickly stepped forward, "My Lord, given his situation, he really doesn’t know. In a few days, it will be a month. Those who survive will definitely know who killed the young master."
The Lord of Night Sorrow City released his grip, "You’re right. The others must know who killed Aarzostes. I will go to the entrance and wait."
The aide let out a sigh of relief.
Now, any delay was a small victory.
In the secret realm, where fierce demonic beasts ran rampant, a few more days passed.
The chaos caused by the demonic beasts seemed to be quieting down.
Renshu Chang, along with a few senior brothers, went out to take a look around.
The once pristine secret realm was now a mess, like a swarm of locusts had passed through, leaving behind traces of the demonic beasts’ destruction.
Even the spiritual herbs and grasses, which weren’t particularly valuable, had been trampled.
Just as Renshu Chang was about to lead his sect members back, they saw a panicked figure ahead.
Behind them came a thunderous roar—a large group of demonic beasts was chasing after them.
Leading the charge were two powerful Nascent Soul stage demonic beasts, followed by over a dozen Golden Core stage demonic beasts.
The scene was incredibly intense.