You can't throw me down the Mountains...

The Dark Abyssal Realm, Nightfall Heights.

In an underground chamber that was warded by numerous powerful anti-scrying arrays, a cultivator from the Ancient Race was panicky sending an urgent transmission.

He was none other than Herald Ma Laide.

He was now in direct communication with the Great Abyssal King Gong Magog and he had been trying to make contact for the past several hours.

The Great Abyssal King Gong Magog was actually in an emergency meeting with the Immortal Abyssal Gong Diablo and his 3 royal prices to discuss about the latest failure at the Nightfall Heights.

"My king," he humbly said. "I have some urgent news from the Nightfall Heights…"

The Great Abyssal King Gong Magog asked him, "Is it about the Immortal Heavenly Wrath?"