The agreed-upon hour with Mang Qi had come.

Jiang Chen arrived at the Boundless Catacombs once more, the four sacred beasts by his side.

Several thousand members of foreign races had congregated at Mang Qi’s side. Jiang Chen gasped to himself as he swept his eyes across them. The demons were impressive indeed; even the cannon fodder they enslaved was incredibly numerous. They weren’t weak in terms of cultivation either.

Just as Mang Qi had said all those years ago, there were at least a hundred empyrean cultivators. In fact, by his count, there were more than two hundred. More importantly, there were gods here as well!

That divine realm cultivators had been enslaved by the demons just...