The final ray of the setting sun barely managed to cross the rugged black cliffs, only to vanish abruptly upon touching the murky, chaotic mist ahead, as if swallowed by an invisible giant mouth.
Wang Zhaojun pulled her plain cloak tighter around herself and glanced sideways at the man beside her. Sima Yi was draped in black robes, almost blending into the shadows in this gloomy place, save for his deep eyes occasionally flashing with a dark red micro-light that faintly echoed the surrounding Demon Realm aura.
Behind them, thousands of Underworld Warriors with solemn auras stood in neat formations. The dust of the Underworld stained on their armor trembled slightly in the fierce winds at the edge of the Demon Realm, yet their murderous aura remained entirely undiminished.
Chapter 161