Just as Li Haotian was blasting Deregi into oblivion.
In the Demon Realm, within a certain pitch-black palace.
A towering figure sat at the foremost position, and aside from him, there was another shadowy figure standing in the center of the palace, seemingly looking up at him.
The figure foremost in the palace had his entire face seemingly devoured by darkness, except for his left eye, through which shone an amber-like pupil.
The pupil was orange-yellow, bright, and deep, as if it were connected to myriad worlds, making one feel as though they could easily get lost within it.
Suddenly, the figure's head moved slightly and emitted a deep, low laugh: "Ozma, your assessment was correct, that fool Deregi was indeed not his match, and as expected, he's dead."
"It's just a pity about those three underlings of yours, who had to serve as bait to lure him to the Arad Continent and establish a plane coordinate."
