Chapter 766

At this moment.

The western region, bordering a small area of the southern region.

In a pitch-black, gloomy, chilling, and evil divine realm.

A Multiblade Demon Lord sat quietly.

His face was icy, his long purple hair cascading over his shoulders, two twisted demon horns rising from his head.

His entire body was covered in black scales, shimmering with terrifying metallic coldness.

A pair of pupils.

Bloodthirsty and cold, utterly devoid of any emotion.

"Respected Third Prince, we have uncovered the cause of Duke Doyle's death."

Below.

A Purpleblood Demon bowed respectfully, his eyes filled with awe.

"Speak."

The Multiblade Demon Lord above spoke coldly.

His voice showed not the slightest fluctuation.

"Duke Doyle's second son was killed by a deity in the southern region."

"Duke Doyle then personally led his army to descend upon the Immortal Continent, but—"

"For reasons unknown, he perished outright."

The Purpleblood Demon dared not raise his eyes upward.

Even though—

He himself was a Ninth-Transformation Golden Half-God.

He still dared not!

Because the one before him. 14

Was the Third Prince of the Eltorja Dynasty.

The noble and exalted offspring of the Eltorja King!

"Origin?"

Simons's expression did not change; his voice was indifferent.

The light in his eyes inspired deep, innate fear in anyone who met them.

"Likely a deity from the western part of the southern region…"

The Purpleblood Demon bowed deeply.

"A mere Half-God."

"Could a Half-God kill Duke Doyle?"

Simons said coldly.

"Respected Third Prince."

"A Half-God alone could never slay Duke Doyle."

"Ninety percent likely, this Half-God has a True God behind him—even—"

The Purpleblood Demon hesitated.

Then he said:

"Even possibly a Mid-Rank True God!"

When he spoke the four words "Mid-Rank True God,"

He could not help but show a flicker of fear on his face.

Such an existence

Was far beyond his comprehension.

In their Eltorja Dynasty,

Only the exalted Eltorja King himself had reached that realm!

"Issue my command."

"Construct a teleportation magic array, and proceed to the southern region."

Simons ordered.

His face was expressionless.

Yet inwardly, he was deeply curious.

He wondered—

Why had his father taken such interest in Duke Doyle's death?

Why was he determined to avenge him?

This—

Was it as if the Abyssal Demon Sun had risen from the west?

…

The gloomy sky, heavy with dark clouds.

Lightning flashed and thunder rolled incessantly.

Torrential rain poured from the heavens, as if determined to drown the entire world.

In a black valley,

One after another, towering black trees stood firm.

These pitch-black giant trees reached heights of seven or eight hundred meters, with the shortest still standing three or four hundred meters tall.

But strangely,

not a single leaf remained; only bare branches stretched out.

Crimson, thick tree roots crisscrossed densely, rising from and vanishing into the ground, stretching for hundreds of kilometers in every direction.

Hoo—

Suddenly,

a massive altar materialized out of thin air within the valley.

This altar spanned a diameter of over a thousand meters.

Numerous strange runes manifested around the altar's perimeter.

And at this moment—

with the altar's sudden appearance,

the centers of the trunks of those pitch-black giant trees suddenly opened crimson, evil eyes.

They all stared unblinkingly at the altar.

Their gaze held no emotion, cold and terrifying.

And in their midst,

in the place surrounded by layers upon layers,

a pitch-black tree with the head of a female demon opened its eyes.

This tree was not tall, not even reaching the height of the surrounding pitch-black giant trees.

But—

an evil aura far surpassing that of the surrounding giant trees emanated from it.

It formed a black storm that connected heaven and earth!

The terrifying aura, as if it sought to destroy the world, made people feel oppressed and fearful!

"The scent of the outside world!"

"I, Ye Zi, actually have such luck!!"

On the demon's head, those pair of crimson, cruel eyes stared at the altar with pure excitement.

As a member of the Evil Demon race,

she had heard legends of the outside world since birth.

The legend went:

the outside world was an endless void.

There, there were infinite gods to feed upon.