One day earlier,
Demonic Ancestor's Demonic Secret Realm…
A vast, desolate land stretched endlessly under a dark crimson sky.
The ground was cracked and filled with thick demonic mist, while violent demonic winds howled across the barren terrain, carrying an ancient and oppressive aura.
At the center of this chaotic land,
A lone Night Demon stood surrounded by dozens of ferocious demonic wolves with glowing crimson eyes circling him from all directions.
Their auras were violent and unstable, ranging from Rank 5 to Rank 6, and each one looked ready to tear him apart at any moment.
'Slash!'
'Swiish!'
'Slash!'
The Night Demon's shadow flickered, and before the nearest demonic beast could even react, its head was cleanly severed and sent flying into the air.
'Swiish!'
Another beast lunged from the side, but his afterimage flashed past it, and in the next moment, its body split into two halves.
