In the major cities of the Nine Nether Continent, almost everyone stayed awake all night around the central square, watching the giant projection in the sky above.
At this moment, it was clear that each person's face was filled with indescribable heaviness and sorrow.
The entire vast city seemed like a ghost town, silent and still.
The reason for these people's demeanor was the scene in the magic mirror image:
It was a pitch-dark forest deep within, the sky pouring down rain, even the air exuding a damp, misty sensation.
What made everyone's expression so grim, and even faint sobbing could be heard, were the bodies scattered across the ground in the image.
Among them were demons, and humans too.
Perhaps until now, no one would have ever imagined that this much-anticipated competition for the divine heir would be so brutal.
They witnessed the fall of one prodigy after another in that mysterious demon forest;
