Beihuang Dao, You Mountain.
Atop the mountain peak, there seems to be the potential for a heavy rainstorm, with thick ink-like clouds entwining the mountain, making one feel a chill approaching while amidst them.
Ever since the Demon Sect Main Hall had relocated here, the summit of You Mountain had begun to vigorously construct towers, halls, and residences, yet the building of these structures was not something that could be accomplished overnight.
At this moment, the usually bustling Heavenly Demon Hall was eerily silent, as if it had fallen into an ice cellar.
The faces of all the experts in the Demon Sect were extremely unsightly, for their sky had collapsed.
Duanmu Xinghua and Ouyang Ping hung their heads low, appearing to have aged decades in an instant.