Immediately, the demons also set off, flying towards the Yellow Springs Domain.
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The Underworld.
From afar, one could see countless people, like ants, migrating. They brought their families and carried their belongings, and under the command of the ghostly soldiers, they entered a huge flying ship made of platinum in an orderly fashion.
On that enormous flying ship, three immortals were continuously casting spells to help the Yellow Springs Domain move.
Leading the group was a second-rank sword immortal, dressed in pristine white robes, with an ancient longsword hanging on his back, its blade concealed in its sheath, revealing no trace of its divine power. He appeared to be in his thirties, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, possessing the mature and composed air of a grown man, mixed with a touch of refinement.
Tens of thousands of miles away in the void of the Underworld, the gargoyles and others hid among them, observing in secret.
“I once fought this second-rank sword immortal. His swordsmanship was very powerful, but he couldn’t pierce my stone skin. However, I couldn’t defeat him either,” the gargoyle whispered.
The witch beside her smiled sinisterly: "Dealing with him is not difficult. When the fight breaks out, you will hold him off from the front while I cast spells from the shadows. He is no match for you."
"My lords, when shall we make our move?" a fallen angel asked.
The witch stared intently at the enormous flying ship, pondered for a moment, and said, "I will first use a death curse to attack those souls and create chaos. The gods and immortals are weak and will surely protect those mortal souls. That will be our chance to strike."
As she spoke, the witch stretched out her withered, claw-like hand and chanted an ancient incantation. Instantly, an extremely dense aura of death slowly rose from her palm.
Just as she was about to make her move, *smack!*
A large hand slammed down, shattering the deathly aura with a single blow.
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