A sharp wind swept through the valley, roaring like a beast. The Beast Palace Lord, who had been gazing at the Shadowless Demon God standing atop the cliff, slowly lowered his gaze and looked around. There were no other presences nearby.
Other than the Shadowless Demon God, he could not sense even a single ant. Was this a trap? Just as the Beast Palace Lord was glaring at the Shadowless Demon God suspiciously— Hoo woo wooong— The Shadowless Demon God leaped from the cliff.
The wind whipped at his black robe and hair, while the black energy surrounding him surged violently. The Southern Wastes Warriors, including the Beast Palace Lord, stared at him in a daze, overwhelmed by the pressure of what seemed like an enormous darkness descending upon them.
The Beast Palace Lord was the first to regain his senses, and his expression twisted. He was displeased that he had been captivated by the sight of the likes of the Shadowless Demon God.
Tap!
The Beast Palace Lord leaped from his palanquin and landed at the very front of the procession. The warriors who had been watching the Shadowless Demon God flinched and trembled as they bowed their heads toward him.
“Shadowless Demon God.”
Step. Step.
The Beast Palace Lord walked up to the Shadowless Demon God. It was the first time the two had met since their clash at Changam Mountain.