At the time of the full preparation for battle between the righteous and demonic paths.
In a nameless minor world.
Near the Blood Pool underground, a group of black figures knelt.
A malevolent aura rose around them, and from the bottom of the Blood Pool, bubbling noises were heard.
A Black Armored Evil God sat cross-legged in the middle of the Blood Pool, with curved horns on his head and an aura fierce and unmatched.
"Reporting to the master, the great battle between the righteous and demonic paths is imminent; should we take action?"
Shadow knelt at the very front, his face full of reverence.
"There's no need to bother with them; this body is inherently deficient, and I still need a great deal of time to replenish my essence..."
"If we act now and alert the Nascent Soul cultivators of the Human Clan, I fear the consequences will be unpredictable."