The Bu Mie Demon Lord's hair is long and black, like a dark stream in the night, flowing in the wind. His fingers, slender and powerful, glint faintly with demon qi. Each step forward is accompanied by a slight tremor of the ground, as if a heavy object is landing, exuding an invisible sense of oppression.
The Bu Mie Demon Lord walks to the kneeling Demon General, lowering his head to gaze at him, dangerous lights flickering in his deep-set eyes.
"Speak, what have you found out?" The Bu Mie Demon Lord's voice is low and icy, as if coming from the depths of Hell, instilling fear unbidden into the heart.
Under the Bu Mie Demon Lord's pressure, the Demon General trembles, not daring to meet those terrifying eyes, only keeping his head down and answering in a trembling voice: "The target is intimidating the Eight Great Cultivation Clans, intending to enter the 'Cangyuan Secret Realm', which is highly likely to be another sealed land."
