One day later, at noon.
At the center of the altar.
Numerous demon cultivators of the Primordial Demon Sect threw the offerings forward.
Immediately, the heart at the center of the altar seemed to come alive, starting to beat frantically.
It began to devour the surrounding flesh and blood.
One by one, black and eerie tentacles extended in all directions, almost covering the entire ground of Secret Realm No. 5.
The demons and demon corpses originally buried deep beneath the earth were devoured one after another.
No, it shouldn't be devoured; perhaps it could be called fusion.
Countless demon corpses were merging with this bizarre heart.
Secret Realm No. 5, which had been eroded by demons, now seemed completely purified.
All the filth gathered together, sinking into the body of this ancient demon.
In the center of the altar, a terrifying demon as large as a mountain appeared.
Six-winged Tiger Demon!
