At the edge of the Desolate Blood Gate's territory, the entire area was now completely enveloped by a pitch-black storm of demonic energy.
The heavens and earth were in turmoil, clouds covered the sky, and not a single ray of light could be seen for miles around.
Above, in the swirling black mist and ominous clouds, numerous demonic figures circled, their presence shaking the heavens.
It was as if an army of spectral soldiers had appeared, wailing with eerie demonic sounds.
From a distance, it looked like a twisted and eerie mountain range spanning across the plateau, its towering form resembling a peak that came from the Abyssal Demon Domain, blocking all hope and leaving only despair.
Boom!
At this moment, a figure shot up into the sky, carrying with it a massive, deep purple moon.
It streaked across the darkness like a hanging comet, its purple radiance illuminating the heavens as if it were trying to break through the surrounding blockade.
