The underworld.
A small squad composed of Immortal-Demon soldiers and two natural wooden figures sped through the underground passages.
The squad's objective was very clear: led by several underground dwarves, they headed straight for a mass grave.
Along the way, they passed through a territory filled with dark energy, but the surroundings were in ruins.
At a glance, the ground was full of scars, scorched black everywhere, as if it had been burned by flames.
There were also rubble fragments from the territory's cave fallen on the ground, among which were scattered pieces of withered bones.
Within a radius of several kilometers, the strong presence of darkness and the evil aura of undead races could be clearly felt.
"A large-scale battle took place here not long ago, likely a conflict between dark races and undead races."
Xian Qing'er said as she spoke, a divine white light surging around her. With a wave of her hand, she dispelled the disgusting aura around them.
Mo Jingjing, hearing Xian Qing'er's words, nodded in agreement. Then, her gaze swept around, and she suddenly noticed someone missing from the team.
"Huh? Where did Captain Wu Xin go? He was just here!"
However, as soon as she finished speaking, the void trembled slightly, and then a dark figure emerged from it.
It was Mo Wu Xin, a battle general of the Slaughter-系的 Demon race.
Since his strength had reached the Spirit tier, his ability to conceal himself and traverse through the void had improved countless times.
Let alone Mo Jingjing, who was also at the Spirit tier, even Mu Chunrou, who was at the peak of the Monarch tier, would not have been able to detect him without using divine abilities.
He was born a hunter hidden in the void!
"This seems to be a dragon's lair. If my investigation is correct, this place was inhabited by a lineage of magic dragons, but they were fallen Dark Magic Dragons, and there should only be one!"
"Strangely, the Dark Magic Dragon has disappeared without a trace. Only piles of gold coins and colorful crystals remain in the cave, with basically nothing useful!"
Mo Wu Xin emerged from the void and said to Xian Qing'er with a cold, stern expression.
Xian Qing'er nodded silently.
"To establish a cave here, the strength of this Dark Magic Dragon must be at least on par with the Skeleton Warriors in the mass grave!"
"Now that it's gone, perhaps it was killed by the Skeleton Monarch, whose strength has greatly increased!"
Mo Wu Xin slowly nodded in agreement.
"Perhaps we don't need to speculate; we just need to see what happened here before!"
At this moment, Mo Wu Qing said with a smile.
"See? How can we see?"
At this moment, the entire squad looked at Mo Wu Qing with confusion, their eyes full of doubt.
The battle here had ended long ago; how could they see what happened?
While everyone was confused, Mo Wu Qing closed his eyes, seemingly sensing something.
After a moment, he suddenly opened them, and a brilliant red light flashed in his eyes.
Immediately after, Mo Wu Qing's hands changed rapidly, forming one intricate hand seal after another.
In a short while, these hand seals seemed to converge into a magical formation.
Soon, the void began to distort under the red light emitted by the formation.
The next moment, all members of the squad felt as if the world was spinning.
After steadying themselves, they were surprised to find that the scene before them had completely changed.
Around the squad, a skeletal army suddenly appeared, sealing off the entire cave layer by layer.
Above the cave, a magic dragon with huge wings, enveloped in black mist and filled with dark energy, was roaring furiously.
In front of the magic dragon, a tall skeleton warrior, whose bones had turned pale gold, floated in the air.
The magic dragon and the skeleton warrior fought fiercely in the sky!
After an unknown amount of time, the surrounding scenery changed again.
The colossal Dark Magic Dragon fell in a pool of blood. The pale gold skeleton warrior stood beside its corpse, basking in the cheers and adoration of the skeletal army, the soul fire in its eye sockets burning with excitement.
Then, a black-robed figure, disguised as a human, walked out from the middle of the army.
He took out a bottle of potion from his wide sleeve and poured it onto the magic dragon's corpse.
The next moment, the magic dragon's corpse rapidly decomposed, turning into a giant skeletal frame of a magic dragon in just a few breaths.
Then, the black-robed figure took out a scepter and touched the forehead of the magic dragon's skeleton.
Instantly, green soul fire ignited in the skeleton's eye sockets, and with a rumbling sound, it stood up.
"Hahaha… I have finally succeeded in obtaining a Bone Dragon of my own!"
The black-robed figure let out a wild laugh, then respectfully bowed to the pale gold skeleton warrior.
"Respected Skeleton Monarch! Thank you for your assistance! It is my great honor to cooperate with you! And as I promised you…"
"As long as you successfully conquer and annihilate the Qian Mo… Immortal-Demon Tribe, you will obtain the great divine artifact in that territory! You will establish a great undead empire and become the ruler with the most kingly aura in the underworld."
"I believe that in the face of your immense power, even the Immortal-Demon Tribe will not be able to resist and will eventually become ruins at your feet!"
After the words fell, the red light dissipated, and all the scenes before them vanished.
What reappeared before them was the messy scene in front of the cave.
"What a treacherous and cunning human! What an ambitious Skeleton Monarch! Both deserve to die!"
Mo Wu Xin's handsome face was filled with icy killing intent, almost contorted.
Xian Qing'er, however, frowned. From the black-robed figure's words, she detected something amiss.
"That human might be the lord of a territorial force. Because so far, only territorial force lords seem to know the Master's pseudonym."
"Then they deserve to die even more! I will throw them into the Demon Transformation Pool and let them soak for ten thousand years! No! Let them soak for all eternity!"
The killing intent on Mo Wu Xin's face grew even stronger. The short sword in his hand appeared out of nowhere.
Subconsciously, he swung it in the air, directly cutting a black rift in space.
"Let's go! As long as we track this evil aura, we can quickly find these disgusting people!"
Xian Qing'er's beautiful eyes were also filled with anger. She tapped her finger lightly, taking a wisp of dark green energy from the front of the cave, and led the way forward at full speed.
The other Immortal-Demon soldiers did not hesitate and followed closely behind Xian Qing'er.
As for Mu Ling and Mu Ke, the two wooden priestesses, they exchanged glances.
Mu Ke, in particular, was extremely shocked.
"Priestess Mu Ling, what kind of race are the Immortal-Demons? The power they wield is too terrifying! Not only can they traverse space, but they can also reverse time, making past events revert to the present!"
Mu Ling shook her head in confusion. Thinking of what she had just witnessed, she was equally astonished.
"I don't know either. As far as I know, such a race has never appeared on the Primordial Continent!"
The Immortal-Demon race is simply too terrifying. Although the guy just now was only at the tenth tier, the abilities he displayed were bone-chilling.
Such a race, let alone her, even her mother, or the Natural Ancient Wood of the empire, would not know of them, right?
Time reversal!
Although it was not a true reversal of time.
It was merely to present events that had already happened, which was enough to make her feel incredible.
Such an ability was unheard of before!