The man on the throne’s eyes sparkled with a mixture of anticipation and resolve as a knowing smile played at the corners of his lips. he leaned forward, his voice filled with confidence and authority.
"Indeed," he nodded. "Their appearance signifies that they have already gathered the keys and obtained the Heavenly Spark."
A flicker of disappointment crossed his face as he continued, his emotions growing more evident. A momentary flash of killing intent glimmered in his eyes.
"But what truly disappointed me is that one of our vassals has chosen to betray us," he spoke, his voice tinged with a mix of sadness and anger.
The white-robed man’s expression darkened in response. Such treachery was unheard of within the long and storied history of the Devil Court.
"Where are they now, Your Majesty?" the white-robed man questioned, his voice steady despite the brewing storm of emotions.
The man on the throne let out a weary sigh, his voice tinged with a hint of resignation. "They are now on the Emerald Fall World’s Evergled continent, in the Celestial Peak City,"
The white-robed man’s thoughts raced as he mulled over the information, his eyes narrowing in thought. After a brief moment of contemplation, he responded, "Celestial Peak City, Luminari Family, Sylvara."
The man on the throne let out a hearty laugh, his amusement echoing through the hall. "Your memory serves you well," he remarked, a hint of admiration in his voice. "Yes, it is indeed that woman who has dared to betray us."
With a sudden surge of energy, the man rose from his throne, exuding an air of authority and command. His voice reverberated through the hall, capturing the attention of all who heard.
"Take ten Holy Kings with you and exterminate the whole family," he proclaimed, his voice firm and unwavering. "As for that cheap woman, bring her to me alive."
The white-robed man nodded resolutely, his loyalty shining in his eyes. "And what about the two factions?"
The man on the throne paused for a moment, his eyes narrowing in contemplation. "If you encounter any members of the Alliance, eliminate them," he ordered, his voice cold and firm. "As for the legion, you need not bother yourself with them. Focus on uprooting the traitors and restoring our dominion."
With his final command hanging in the air, the man on the throne settled back into his seat.
He is the current ruler of the Devil Court, Mo Di - the current Devil Emperor.
As for the white-robed man, he disappeared, no longer in the hall or even the whole continent.
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Meanwhile, in the ruins of Celestial Peak City, Mi Ling stood amidst the devastation, her eyes scanning the six members who had just returned from their mission. With a calm demeanor, she addressed them, her voice carrying a firm tone.
"I assume that everything has gone well?" she inquired, her gaze calmly sweeping over each member.
The Daoist Priest nodded in affirmation, his expression serene. "Nothing serious," he replied, his voice carrying a note of reassurance. "It was a natural end for them."
With a swift shift of her gaze, Mi Ling directed her attention towards Sylvara, her voice tinged with authority. "Now that everything has been carried out smoothly, I will leave the task of cleaning up this mess to you, Palace Lord."
Sylvara nodded. "You don’t need to worry, Young Miss."
Mi Ling affirmed Sylvara’s words with a nod, her gaze now turning towards Li Yan. "Sister Yan, you shall also stay here and assist the Palace Lord."
A hint of confusion flickered in Li Yan’s eyes for a brief moment, but she quickly composed herself and nodded in compliance. She understood that Mi Ling had her reasons and would not question her decision.
As Mi Ling and the other Alliance members prepared to depart, a sudden stillness settled over the ruins of Celestial Peak City. The air grew heavy with anticipation, as though the very essence of the city held its breath. And just as Mi Ling and her comrades disappeared from sight, a momentous event transpired in the skies above.
A portal materialized high in the heavens, its ethereal glow illuminating the darkened landscape below. From within the portal emerged eleven figures, their presence radiating power and purpose. One among them stood out, draped in a pristine white robe that billowed gracefully in the wind. The others, adorned in formidable armor, lined up behind the robed figure, their determined faces hidden behind their fierce helmets.
As the eleven figures descended from the portal, an aura of power and dominance encompassed the area. The ground quaked beneath their feet, resonating with the reverberations of their immense presence. The skies darkened as if cloaking the world in a shroud of uncertainty.
Sylvara’s face paled upon witnessing the scene unfold before her. Panic gripped her heart as she attempted to summon her teleportation abilities, hoping to escape from the imminent danger. To her dismay, however, the void around her seemed to tighten its grip, making even the simplest movements of floating through the air nearly impossible.
Her eyes widened in terror as the white-robed man’s cold gaze fell upon her. With a wave of his hand, the space surrounding Sylvara began to distort and converge, forming a translucent bubble-shaped barrier that enclosed her. The bubble shimmered with energy, pulsating with an otherworldly power that seemed impenetrable.
Fear coursed through Sylvara’s veins as she found herself trapped within the confines of the bubble. She could feel the malevolent intent radiating from the white-robed man, and the realization of her helplessness only fueled her desperation further.
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The remaining ten figures, donned in formidable armor, dispersed in various directions. Before long, a deluge of thousands of heads descended from the heavens, each one belonging to a member of the illustrious Luminari Family.
With an enigmatic smile playing on his lips, the man draped in pristine white robes gracefully extended his hand, and the fabric of space itself trembled, folding and converging. In a mesmerizing display, a blade of pure void materialized, seemingly conjured effortlessly from thin air. Its sinuous contours exuded an aura of fearful elegance, its polished surface gleaming with an otherworldly luminescence that bathed the surroundings in an ethereal glow.
With a subtle flick of his finger, the void blade materialized effortlessly before Li Yan, piercing through her body with ruthless precision.
A gasp escaped Li Yan’s lips as the void blade tore through her flesh and shattered her nascent divinity. She collapsed to the ground, her life force fading rapidly.
Sylvara, trapped within the translucent bubble, could only watch in horror as her family met their untimely demise.