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Su Heng's commotion at Skull Plain was no small matter.

Aside from startling Nangong Yue and Elder Qing Chan, the spectators, some unwelcome guests from the Blood Realm were also scared.

These were two semi-transparent creatures resembling ghosts, wielding very faint powers, with almost no material and spiritual energy reactions.

Thus, they are hardly noticeable when moving in the outside world.

The two ghosts hid in the crevices of rocks and soil, surviving the huge explosion.

And waited until Su Heng left.

Only then did they stealthily emerge.

Upon seeing the basin covered in magma, the bodies of the two ghosts inflated like balloons, faces distorted, looking somewhat terrified.

The residue of the Thunder Tribulation Essence in this land deterred them from lingering.

They quickly returned along the path they came.

Crossing the plains, climbing over Snow Mountains.

Soon, a towering curtain of blood-red light appeared before the two ghosts.

That was the site of the Dharma King Temple, guarded by Meng Huan, who reported to Su Heng about any events happening here at any time.

Xu Hongshu, Zhao Danyu, and some other Earth Immortals strong enough to have been brainwashed by Su Heng, were assigned to assist Meng Huan. At this moment, they were all meditating with closed eyes, conserving energy, ready for battle that could occur at any time.

The two ghosts minimized their presence.

Gliding along the ground like a breeze, they snuck past the guard of the Earth Immortal strong ones.

Xu Hongshu frowned for a moment, looking downward as if sensing something amiss.

The two ghosts froze on the spot.

Boom!
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Just then.

A loud explosion sounded from deep within the Dharma King Temple.

The attention of Xu Hongshu was momentarily diverted, and the two ghosts took this chance to dart forward.

The earth, riddled with holes, crumbled, revealing a narrow crevice wrapped in Chaotic Power.

The two ghosts accelerated into it and soon left the material world, returning to the Longevity Heaven Blood Realm.

Back to their lair.

No longer concealing their tracks, the two ghosts sped across the crimson land.

A gargantuan jet-black palace soon appeared before them, a fortress wrought from the hollowed-out heart of a mountain, hence looking incredibly majestic.

The palace's shape resembled a demon opening its wide jaws, with two horns extending upward. The bronze doors stood wide open, pitch black inside, while outside, two giants clad in Golden Armor stood guard.

The two ghosts darted into the darkness, descending the uneven tunnel to reach the depth of the great hall.

Here lay a vast Magma Lake.

Surrounded by intricate sharp teeth, chains hung from above.

The chains bore swaying slaves, their bodies impaled with hooks, blood dripping down from their toes, leaving swinging shadows against the walls, with echoes of their anguished screams chilling to the bone.

Gurgle!

It seemed they sensed the arrival of the two ghosts.

The formerly still Magma Lake began to boil and bubble, first with two curved black horns stretching out.

Then a ferocious face followed by a muscular body wrapped in chains.

As the youngest of the five Blood Realm Pillar Gods, Prison Fire sovereign Salos was known for his courage and strategy.

Amidst the chaos of Longevity Heaven, strife was never in short supply.

Such struggles existed not only within the realm but also erupted between worlds.

Salos had led his legions to strike multiple times, inflicting heavy losses to the enemy, and in turn, expanding the Blood Realm's foundation.

Therefore, he was recognized and became the fifth Pillar God of the Blood Realm.

Like Weaver Kagous, Salos was also active in pioneering the Mythical Battlefield.

He planted many Demons through cracks in the Mythical Battlefield, stealthily infiltrating the current world to gather intelligence through such means.

However...

Some of the recently collected intelligence.

For Salos, it wasn't exactly good news.

"What bad news have we got this time?" Salos stepped out from the Magma Lake.

Golden-red magma flowed along the muscle contours of his body, like a network of glowing energy. Standing over seven meters tall, emitting pungent smoke, the spacious hall felt rather cramped in Salos' shadow. The oppressive aura of the Blood Realm Pillar God was self-evident.

The two ghosts chirped and gestured, yet they couldn't quite clear up the full story.

Salos furrowed his brows.

With a grab of his hand and a piercing shriek, he absorbed the two ghosts into his palm.

As a black and red flame flickered in his palm, the two ghosts 'pop' and exploded on the spot.

Only bits of essence remained, suspended.

Salos pushed his hand forward, merging this essence into a mirror hanging on the wall.

The blurry shapes within the mirror gradually sharpened, finally revealing the scene where Su Heng, transformed into a hundred-meter deity, battled with Tong Shan Great Saint. Although without sound, the destructive force of landslides and earthquakes sunk Salos into a silence.

"Hisss..."

A sneering tone came from behind Salos.

It was an upright-walking giant wolf, draped in a hood, holding a forked branch-like Scepter in its hand.

He made no sound as he walked, the whole being seamlessly blending with the surrounding shadows and void.

Shadow Demon God Nenos.