One year later.
Western Qiong Continent.
The Unnamed Great River flowed quietly until, without warning, both banks collapsed and surging waters spilled in all directions.
The spirit vein growing along the river was instantly shattered into several segments under the devastation of formation and prohibition spells, erupting with dense spiritual energy.
"One hundred and ninety-two!"
Zhou Yi deftly took out the Nine Continents map, on which more than thirty percent of Qiong Continent was marked with blood-red crosses.
"At this rate, in twenty or thirty years, all the spirit veins of the Nine Continents will be extinct. By then, no matter if you're a Demon Monarch or a Corpse Demon, you'll all be ashes in this world stricken by the Age of Decline!"
Forming a spell with his fingers, over a hundred formation flags rose from the ground and were swept into his sleeve as he continued flying westward.
