Translator: Aran

  The third day.

  There was a silver cold light emitting from the Xuan Ice Prism on the Xuan Ice Demon Tower.

  Between the flickering light patterns, a tremendous demon figure walked out.

  “Palace Lord Ye, the Demon King said that it is time,” this demon figure said in a respectful tone of voice.

  It was Deputy General White Bear Demon of the Southern Incline army.

  “Good.”


  Deep in the main hall, among a vast white icy mist cloud,..