Xu Wendong stood at the edge of the clouds, overlooking the citizens in the city below, reveling in the scene of boisterous celebrations, listening to the waves of cheers. The coldness on his stern face eased slightly, as a hint of comfort quietly surfaced.
Yet, the taut string in his heart had not relaxed. Although the Demon God was successfully slain this time, Ling Xiao had not been reclaimed, and there were certainly other Otherworldly Demons across the Five Continents.
Who could assert that stronger threats would not soon follow?
Thinking of this.
In his mind's eye, a vortex of space-time, resembling a black hole, suddenly appeared, slowly rotating, emitting a terrifying devouring power.
Xu Wendong spoke, "Everyone, although the Demon God has been killed, Ling Xiao has not been reclaimed, and there are still remaining Otherworldly Demons on the Five Continents. For safety's sake, let's first find a safe place!"
"Please do not resist!"
