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Martial Master

Chapter 3073: Power of the Abyssal Demon 💪

Published: December 30, 2024

Endless demonic energy lingered, transforming into a chaotic aura that surged and shook the heavens and earth.

Buzz!

Inside the black demonic coffin, the chaotic aura spread, and strands of demonic energy erupted, releasing an aura that suppressed the ancient demonic path.

This demonic aura, a suppressive force from ancient times, caused immense pressure on all the demon tribe experts present, as if this power from the demon tribe could destroy all things in the world; it was the supreme demonic strength of this realm.

Boom!

Strands of magical power swirled out from the coffin, seemingly delicate and gentle, yet each strand was as heavy as a demonic mountain, capable of breaking the cosmic sky in an instant, spanning across the past, present, and future.

"How is this possible? This... is the power of the Abyss Demon?"

"The Wanling Demon Sovereign is a respected figure of the Spirit Demon tribe, who cultivates the power of all demons; how could the aura of the Abyss Demon be spreading out?"

"The Spirit Demon tribe was one of the top races in the ancient times, even contending with the Abyss Demon tribe, but in the end, the Abyss Demon tribe succeeded in becoming the leader of all demons. Yet the Spirit Demon tribe remains the most fearsome among the demon tribes. But now, within the coffin of the Wanling Demon Sovereign, strands of Abyss Demon power are actually swirling?"

All the demons in the crowd were dumbfounded, looking up at the sky, their hearts shaken, unable to describe the turmoil inside.

Could it be that what was preserved in this coffin was not only the inheritance of the Wanling Demon Sovereign from the Spirit Demon tribe but also the inheritance of the Abyss Demon tribe, which is now known as the first demon tribe?

All the demons were shocked, their breathing halted, eyes widened in terror.

However, Tu Moyu and Lingyuan's expressions were filled with astonishment and anger as they rushed forward frantically. With a roar, terrifying demonic light surrounded them, and a strand of the Saint Master's path of demonic law surged within this light, causing their expressions to become anxious.

Because the situation presented by the coffin clearly indicated that the inheritance of the Wanling Demon Sovereign had already been activated by someone. Otherwise, the coffin would not have been so easily opened; someone must have triggered the inheritance.

Who could it be?

The Ghost Demon tribe? The Sky Demon tribe? Or the Raksha Demon tribe?

No, although these demonic tribes are also top-tier, compared to them, the Dead Demon tribe and the Holy Demon tribe are somewhat ahead. Their only opponents are each other, while they hardly regarded other demon tribes.

Because they knew that to obtain the inheritance of the Wanling Demon Sovereign, one must have pure demonic power. The inheritance of the Demon Sovereign is not something an ordinary demon tribe can attain; it requires an extremely high-level understanding of the essence of the demonic path, which ordinary demon tribes cannot trigger.

That is why they dared to be the first to enter the palace of the Tianhuo Sovereign, competing for the Disastrous Nether Fire, and were not in a hurry for the inheritance on the Wanling altar, all because they knew that apart from a few of them, even if other demon tribes could ascend to the Wanling altar, all they would obtain were merely some ordinary insights from the Wanling Demon Sovereign.

As for the true inheritance, only they were qualified.

But now, they were genuinely panicked. The opening of the altar's coffin awakened them, and someone must have already activated the inheritance of the Wanling Demon Sovereign, and the strands of Abyss Demon power swirling out from within the coffin sent a chill down their spines, making them feel trembling fear.

Could it be that a prodigy from the Abyss Demon tribe entered this trial place? Quietly triggering the inheritance? If that is the case, they would suffer a huge loss, all their efforts wasted, making them merely a tool for others.