Twenty days ago, the Abyssal Rift was breached. A strange black fish with four limbs, wrapped in demonic qi, rose upside down from the Abyssal Rift.
The One-eyed Wolf Demon saw this bizarre scene and immediately dismissed the slight doubt in his heart.
Initially, he noticed that the emerging Devil's aura seemed quite weak, and it appeared more like a Devil, unlike a Demon, which left him a bit puzzled.
After all, the ancient legend had long become just a legend. No one, not even his ancestors eighteen generations back, had experienced it firsthand.
They were forced into a desperate situation, almost out of living space, treating this ancient legend as their last hope.
The number of Demon Clan members practicing Devil Dao was already very few, and with no successors, the line was dying out. Possibly in a few hundred years, after all existing Devils have fallen, there will be no more.
