589, something is plotting against Evil Wei.

Lake Island.

It is still evening, and the sunset is about to disappear.

The sky has darkened slightly.

Yet the whole Lake Island has already lost its light.

The place has become pitch black, completely out of sync with the outside world.

At the very bottom of Lake Island.

Evil Spirit Du Wei silently watched the coffin below.

The chains were crisscrossing at this moment, as if tightened by a tremendous force, creaking.

Some of the chains had already started to crack.

And at the joints of the chains, they had been forcefully pulled apart and were about to break.

An indescribable terrifying aura had already seeped out from the coffin enclosed by layers of chains.

The five Demon Gods imprisoned within were on the verge of taking shape.

Like seeds that had been planted, it was now time for them to bear fruit.

"Just a little more."

"The existence that hides in the shadows has not shown itself, I need to wait a little longer."

Evil Spirit Du Wei murmured softly.