For 5,000 kilometers in every direction, the lands looked like a shattered mirror. Black fire rose up from the cracks and crevices, turning the entire area into a sea of flames.0

As it burned, countless human souls shrieked in grief. They couldn’t break free, as they were bound in the sea of flames, which surrounded the long spear.0

Mount Heaven’s East didn’t exist anymore. In the spot where it had once stood there was now a shocking spear plunged into the earth. Standing on the spear was a figure that resembled a devil looking down on the world, surrounded by swirling red hair. Within that figure were seven brilliant balls of fire.1

He was none other than Sir Westdevil.0

But what Xu Qing was focused on was the heaven-devil projection behind Sir Westdevil. It filled him with a sense of both vigilance and impending danger.0

Though the heaven-devil was illusory, the burly figure in the scintillating pitch-black armor imparted a sense of immense pressure. His eyes were filled with callous coldness, as well as a fiendish light that could penetrate to the core of a person. His long hair swirled like fire in the middle of the night, and emanated a gruish glow. His fingers...0