At the edge of the Forbidden Devil Ridge, on top of a towering mountain that reached the clouds, a white-haired man stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the Heavenly Devil Palace battlefield below from afar.
He was a charming and handsome man with an odd appearance, his long white hair fluttering in the wind, and his black wings spread open.
He looked calm and composed.
He was the Lord of the Sacred Crows, the Crow Immortal.
The Crow Immortal had an elegant demeanor and refined manners. He didn't come off as a brutal, unreasonable evil god; instead, he carried an air of nobility with every move he made.
He belonged to this world, but he didn't disturb the order of Heaven and Earth. Thus, he wasn't rejected by the Heavenly Power.
Through his calculations, he foresaw what would happen here, and so he arrived on time to watch the show.
Although the Crow Immortal had never fought against the Devil Lord, he had a basic understanding of him.