For a moment, the Demon Capital was in chaos.
An underworld river stretched across the sky. Waves surged and the loud sound of water thundered in the sky. There were also countless skeleton monsters floating in the waves.
It was a horrifying scene that sent chills down one's spine. It was as if the gates of hell had opened. Many souls who were unwilling to die wanted to cross that long river and return to the mortal world!
"After so many years of preparation, it's time to reap the rewards."
In a corner of the Demon Capital, the Great Prophet narrowed its eyes and said calmly.
In just a short month, the wounds that Feng Xia had left on its body had completely healed. Not only that, but there were also mysterious array patterns interweaving in the old pangolin's turbid eyes. There were as many as nine layers.
"Demon Imperial Tombs… Demon Imperial Tombs!"