Lingxu Zeduo's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he was about to walk towards Zi Qingyue and the others. At this moment, another vision appeared in the sky above the Demon Land, which stopped Lingxu Zeduo's movements.

The struggling phantom had disappeared, replaced by a huge vortex, in which the devilish energy continuously circulated, sweeping towards one corner of the devil's land.

"That direction...could it be..."