“In a word, exalted Second Devil General, I really don’t have any pieces of the Mahātmā Jade. And I'm not a Fateless One. Because of that, I can't help you. Please, I hope you don’t take offense.”

At the moment, Yang Qi wasn’t admitting to anything, and the Second Devil General couldn’t really do anything about it.

The Second Devil General knew he was being lied to, but was having a hard time telling the truth from the fiction. He had never encountered someone as slippery as this. “Then how did you tap into the Everlit Godlamp? Tell me!”

“The truth is as you've already guessed. King Immortal-Slayer sent me here. He awoke recently, and is working on some sort of consummate devil technique. Despite dying in the past, he was resurrected, apparently because of some sort of necropolis.”

“Necropolis? Which necropolis? Wait, did King Immortal-Slayer get the Great Necropolis?” A look of fear flitted across the Second Devil General’s face. “The Great Necropolis is back? Every time it appears, tribulation and catastrophe come...