Immortal in The Apocalypse

The great elder was shaking all over, pointing at the Devil God’s soul lantern, and said in horror: "Our Devil God will be even more powerful when he comes back... He even restored his lost soul!"

As soon as he said these words, all the devils kneeling behind him gasped and quickly kowtow in front of the Devil God’s soul lantern, shouting in unison: "All hail the Devil God! All hail the Devil God!"

While the devils kept repeating these words, the great elder kept staring at the Devil God’s soul lantern and found that the iridescent aura became thicker by the second. He looked at the soul lantern with wide eyes and mixed emotions, knowing that the day the Devil God returned would be the day of purgatory in the Devil Realm.

The great elder was trembling all over and losing all his strength. He quickly took out a communication talisman from his spiritual palace. He activated the communication talisman and said in a trembling voice: "The day the Devil God returns will be the day when the three dark realms face his wrath."

After saying that, the communication talisman turned into four black bats, flying out of the Soul Tower and flying towards the Ghost Realm and the Demon Realm. Soon after, in the Ghost Realm, the Ghost King noticed the black bat. He raised his bony hand and grabbed the black bat.

With a poof, the black bat crushed into black smoke, and the great elder’s trembling voice echoed in the spacious main hall of the Ghost Palace.

"The day the Devil God returns will be the day when the three dark realms face his wrath."

The pale face of the Ghost King, who was sitting on a throne made from humans’ skulls and bones, became even paler. Although his form is just a spirit body, the Ghost King knows that the Devil God has countless ways to kill him again even when he already died, and it will be more painful than those with a physical body. Just thinking of this made his soul body become unstable, and his figure flickered like a candle that was about to go out.

As the trembling voice of the great elder of the Devil Race dissipated, the Ghost King came back to his senses. He quickly took out a transparent pearl the size of a baby’s fist from the Qiankun bag tied on his waist.

Injecting Yin energy into the transparent pearl, the Ghost King stood up from the throne and stared at the transparent pearl. When there was a vortex inside the transparent pearl and it changed color, the Ghost King lowered his voice and said: "My lord, the Devil God is indeed still alive."

After he said that, a calm but cold voice came from the pearl after a long silence: "Continue with the second plan."

After receiving the order, the Ghost King lowered his head and said respectfully: "Yes, my lord."

A second later, the color of the pearl became transparent. Putting away the transparent pearl, the Ghost King frowned and then disappeared from there. At the same time, in the Demon Realm, the three demon lords were in panic after receiving the great elder’s message.

Sitting on one of the three thrones in the main hall, De Sheng looked at the other two demon lords and asked anxiously: "What should we do now?"

On the throne on his right side, sat an extremely handsome man. Dressed in red, with a pair of fox ears on his head, he looked at his slender fingers in boredom.

He smiled and said lazily: "What are you afraid of? Even if the Devil God really comes back, he can’t hold us accountable. Since the Devil God disappeared, apart from visiting the Ghost King and the Devil King a few times, we did nothing."

After hearing what he said, De Sheng looked at him and asked, "Yong Jia, do you think the Devil God will care about this? Don’t think that because your red fox clan has a high status in the Demon Realm and is related to the nine-tailed heavenly fox clan from the Celestial Realm, he will let you go. When the Devil God decides to kill someone, that person has no way to live."

As soon as these words came out, the other demon lord sneered, "As a demon lord, would you still be afraid because of a mere assumption?"

De Sheng heard the sarcasm in his voice, pulled out his sword, pointed at the youngest demon lord, and said angrily: "Hai Huan, don’t test my patience."

Hai Huan calmly looked at the sword tip, which was only a few millimeters away from his throat, and then flicked the sword away with his fingers. He glanced at De Sheng coldly and said, "How dare you point your sword at me."

Although Hai Huan is the youngest among the three of them, he is the strongest and the most ruthless. Even when the Dragon God is dealing with him, the Dragon God still needs to be careful not to offend Hai Huan. Unable to defeat him or offend him, De Sheng swallowed his anger and sat back on his throne.

Seeing him sitting there silently, Hai Huan snorted and said nothing more. Yong Jia secretly felt regretful seeing that there was no fight between them. If the two of them can fight and hurt each other, he can take the opportunity to kill them both and become the sole ruler of the Demon Realm.

He rubbed his chin and thought: ’Tsk, it’s a pity they didn’t kill each other.’

After calming down, De Sheng asked, "Should we close the Demon Realm and prevent everyone from entering or leaving until the war is over?"

He waited for a long time, but received no reply, so he raised his eyes. When he saw the empty thrones on his left and right sides, De Sheng couldn’t help but cursed angrily: "Asshole! You two can really run away faster than anyone else when you need to work!"