"Cang God, is this the place?" the woman from the Underworld asked indifferently.
The elder riding the Azure Ox backward lifted his head, his gaze deep as he surveyed the land and sky.
The fiery red light of the fire illuminated the horizon, and clusters of magma-turned-flames fell from the sky.
The thunderous explosions interwove with the thick black fog, making the whole world seem to be turning upside down.
"The location of the Altar of All Beings has disappeared right here; it should be in this place," Cang God said.
Just then, many figures were seen flying across the sky, and at a glance, there appeared to be nearly a hundred people.
And more were continuously arriving from behind.
"A Divine King who hasn’t appeared for ten thousand years has descended; something big must have happened on this Divine Demon Battlefield."
"Who knows, let’s just watch for now. Even Cang God is here—with two Divine Kings appearing at once, the heavens might get punctured with a hole."
"If there truly is some grand opportunity, they eat meat, but we’ll at least get to sip some soup."
At this moment, the people around were all talking.
They were the people of Divine Demon City, including some who came to the Divine Demon Battlefield to train.
More and more beings were gathering here.
Now, many still didn’t understand the purpose of the Divine King’s arrival.
But anyhow, following the excitement was never wrong.
After all, seeing a Divine King who hadn’t appeared for ten thousand years, even just once, was something many spent their entire lives chasing.
"Ancestor, should we disperse these people?" one of them suggested, looking at the onlookers around them from the Underworld side.
"Why disperse them? We’re here to obtain justice and to serve as a warning to the world.
I’m not dead yet, and they all need to restrain themselves," the woman said lightly.
"If they were dispersed, and there were no spectators, would I need to come in person to kill a mere ant?"
"The Ancestor’s lesson is correct," the man hastily retreated.
He was a pinnacle Melting Heaven figure in the outside world, a strong being looked up to by everyone, yet here, he was merely a minor character.
"What a hassle," the woman from the Underworld seemed a little impatient.
Looking towards the distant erupting volcano, the woman waved her right hand and brought it down with a slap.
The Spiritual Energy of the world instantly surged, forming a huge palm that shaded the sky.
As the giant hand descended, it brought with it an extremely fierce and overwhelming might.
The volcano, which had been erupting like a ferocious beast, was instantly flattened.
A thunderous explosion shook the heavens, and the whole world trembled with it.
Immediately after, the crowd watching the now-vanished volcano all swallowed their saliva hard.
Absolute silence enveloped the land and sky.
"Still as hot-tempered as ever," Cang God said with a shake of his head and a smile.
"Of course, a hot temper comes with great strength," the woman replied with a cold laugh.
"The enemy this time is no ordinary foe. Don’t be careless," Cang God turned and looked ahead.
After the volcano was levelled, dust filled the air and whirled about.
Within the dust, the sound of footsteps suddenly began to echo.
Though the dust was distant, and there was a gap between it and the echo, the faint sound of footsteps still arose.
It was as if they resonated throughout this vast world.
Accompanied by the White Bone Demon and the Seven-faced Demon General, Xu Zimei stepped forward, walking out step by step.
Neither were concealing themselves, and at this moment, seeing the White Bone Demon and the Seven-faced Demon General, the crowd of onlookers exclaimed in shock.
"Demons, they’re people from the Demon Race."
"How is this possible? There are still people from the Demon Race left in the world?"
"No wonder the Divine King needs to descend. If the Demon Race were to rise again, the consequences would be unimaginable."
At this moment, even the woman from the Underworld grew a bit more solemn upon seeing the three individuals.
"Who delivered that palm strike just now?" Xu Zimei looked up, gazing at everyone present, and asked indifferently.
"Young friend, please don’t be angry," Cang God said with a smile to the side.
"Whoever delivered that palm strike, step forward. Don’t make me repeat myself a second time," Xu Zimei said after glancing at Cang God.
"I did. What of it?" The woman from the Underworld scoffed coldly.
She slowly stood up from her meditation cushion, and the Changhe of the Netherworld transformed back into the form of a river, flowing gently around her.
"What of the Demon Race? The world is no longer ruled by just the Divine and Demon Clans. You must hide like rodents."
"A mere Divine King and you dare speak so boldly," jeered the Seven-faced Demon General nearby.
He stretched out his hand. The Seven-Faced Lotus bloomed in his palm.
Each lotus flower evolved into the Seven Emotions and Six Desires, with countless ferocious faces emerging from the petals.
"Stand back," Xu Zimei waved, saying, "I’m not in a very good mood right now. I’ll clean up the trash myself."
He looked up at the Youming Divine King and said, "Before my departure, you really want to provoke me to a massacre.
I do not wish to know the reasons behind it, but today, burying you beneath this Demonic soil will also serve as a comfort to this land."
"How arrogant," the woman scoffed again.
Wrapped in the Changhe of the Netherworld, she soared into the air, turning into a roaring Divine Dragon.
The Divine Dragon bellowed continuously, charging directly at Xu Zimei.
Then, with a "boom," the Changhe of the Netherworld exploded before Xu Zimei.
"Got him?" someone murmured: "Just like that?"
"No, look, what’s that," someone beside him said in shock, pointing at the edge of the sky.
At this moment, they saw a hundred-zhang-tall giant rise from where the Changhe of the Netherworld had exploded.
As the dust settled, the figure of Xu Zimei slowly materialized.
Previously, he had used the Heaven-shaking Skill within his body to gather a Power Vortex, which was now spinning wildly.
As Shaking Heaven Power surged in, the shadow of a giant appeared behind Xu Zimei.
The giant slowly rose to his feet, as if he had stepped out from an ancient legend.
The Giant roared, shattering the heavens and the earth, reversing the sun and the moon; in an instant, the wind howled, and dust obscured the sky.
As the Divine Dragon, a product of the Netherworld’s Changhe, charged once more, the giant opened its mouth wide.
A strong suction force emerged from the giant’s mouth, swallowing the Changhe of the Netherworld entirely.
Seeing the Changhe of the Netherworld devoured, the complexion of the woman from the Underworld changed.
Xu Zimei walked forward step by step, the shadow of the giant following behind him.
The blood in his body flowed retrograde, the Power Vortex spun madly, and his strength condensed bit by bit.
"Netherworld Palm," the woman snorted coldly, striking out with a palm at Xu Zimei once again.
Alas, with the giant taking the blow, the palm strike was neither painful nor effective.
The Youming Divine King and Cang God exchanged a glance.
"Buy me some time," said the Youming Divine King.
Immediately after, she began meditating in mid-air, a fierce momentum building up around her, as if brewing something.
The elder nodded slightly, raised his hands, and uttered a light shout, "Cang Tian."
It seemed like a call from ancient times, and everyone saw the sky darken before their eyes.
As they lifted their heads to look, the firmament above seemed to be falling down.
"The sky is crashing," someone exclaimed in terror.
"Suppression," Cang God shouted lightly again. An immense force pressed down toward Xu Zimei.