Inside the grand hall, demonic qi churned violently. Massive black stone pillars, each a kilometer thick, stood like heavenly columns piercing through the clouds, disappearing into the swirling vortex above.0

In this abyss that resembled a dark hell, Brooks stood respectfully at the bottom, waiting for the demon gods’ next instructions. However, as the five demon gods conversed, invisible principles spread through the air, distorting time and space. Brooks had no idea what they had discussed.0

Half an hour later, their conversation about the primordial origin finally ended. Deorus lowered its head slightly, its indifferent gaze falling upon Brooks. Its voice was calm and cold. "Brooks, from now on, you will take over the remnants of the Assassination Division and reorganize it with a select force of True Demons. This division will merge into the Intelligence Division. You are to find a way to infiltrate human society and obtain critical intelligence, especially anything related to Chu Batian, his family and his friends, as detailed as possible. Besides that, you are also to monitor movements of the Heavenly Feathered Race. For this mission, I grant you access to both empires’ treasure vaults. No approval is needed for any resource below law-level, but anything law-level or higher must be cleared by Tarorya."0

This great war had not only claimed the life of Barus, the former head of the Assassination Division, but two demon kings as well. The rest had barely escaped, seriously wounded, and the division’s elite force had been utterly wiped out.0

At such a critical moment, it was Brooks, who had just broken through, that ended up being the only usable demon king....0