The Rebirth of the Immortal Emperor: I am the Lord

In the Western Wilderness of the Immortal Realm, with the advent of the evil power of the Shura Realm, the originally peaceful and tranquil fairyland was instantly shrouded in endless darkness and terror. The sky became extremely dark, the stars disappeared, the moonlight was swallowed by thick clouds, and the whole earth fell into a dead silence.

The air was filled with a suffocating stench, a stench of decay and blood from the abyss of the Shura Realm, mixed with the breath of death and despair, making every living being feel fear and despair. The earth began to tremble, as if hundreds of giant beasts were struggling underground, trying to break out of the ground and completely destroy this fairyland.

Trees withered, flowers died, and all life quickly died under the influence of the evil power of Shura Realm. The rivers became turbid, fish and shrimp disappeared, and the once clear streams now flowed like blood, emitting a disgusting smell. Mountains collapsed, boulders rolled down, turning the once peaceful valley into a dangerous place of death.

The Shura ghosts are rampant in this land, they enjoy killing and devouring lives. They let out a shrill howl, like a death warrant from the bloody sea of ​​hell, which makes everyone who hears it feel terrified. Their figures are looming in the darkness, like ghosts, ready to launch a fatal attack at any time.

The creatures of the Western Wasteland are facing an unprecedented crisis. They are fleeing everywhere, looking for a refuge to hide in. However, the evil forces of the Shura Realm are everywhere, and they seem to be able to penetrate all obstacles, bringing fear and despair to every corner.

In this catastrophe, some brave monks stepped forward, holding magic weapons and wearing armor, and together with the monks, they vowed to fight the evil forces of the Shura world to the end. They knew that this was a battle of life and death, and only by doing their best could they protect this piece of pure land.

However, the evil power of the Shura world was too strong, and many brave monks and fearless monks fell in the battle. Their blood dyed the earth red, and their heroic souls turned into an eternal flame, forever illuminating the way for those who came after them. But even so, the monks and monks still did not give up. They used their lives to interpret the glory and dignity of the human race, and inspired more creatures to join this difficult battle.

As time went by, the battle became more intense. The entire Western Wasteland was shrouded in blood and fire, and the sky and the earth seemed to be dyed red. But in this desperate darkness, there was also a ray of hope...

At the same time, in the east of the central city of the fairyland, there was a place called the East Wasteland. The East Wasteland was also quietly undergoing changes, as if it was echoing the catastrophes in the South Wasteland and the West Wasteland, but with a deeper and indescribable horror.

Although the East Wasteland is also a remote and desolate place in the fairy world, it is also a gathering place for fairies, beautiful mountains and rivers, and full of fairy spirit. But at this moment, this fairyland is shrouded in a strange fog, which is so thick that it seems to swallow up all light and vitality. In this fog, bursts of low and strange groans can be heard from time to time, as if thousands of wronged souls are crying in the night sky, which makes people feel chilled and terrified.

As time went by, the scene in the fog became more and more terrifying. One after another, distorted and hideous monsters slowly walked out. They were surrounded by dark evil spirits, their eyes were empty, but they revealed a strong murderous intent. These monsters did not come from the Shura world, but from the evil power of the Nether Abyss. They were called "Nether Demons".

The appearance of the Netherworld monsters quickly triggered an unprecedented disaster in the Eastern Wasteland. They wreaked havoc everywhere, destroyed immortal caves, devoured the essence of living beings, and plunged the entire Eastern Wasteland into chaos and panic. Although the monks and immortals fought hard, they seemed powerless under the powerful evil spirit and strange attacks of the Netherworld monsters.

What's more terrifying is that as the netherworld monsters continue to grow stronger, they begin to attack together, forming an irresistible evil force. They are like ghosts in the dark, omnipresent and pervasive, making the creatures of the East Wasteland fall into unprecedented despair.

Behind this catastrophe, there seemed to be a deeper secret. Some people rumored that these Netherworld monsters seemed to be related to the demons in the demon world, and the demons were using the Netherworld monsters as pioneers to set off an unprecedented bloody storm in the East Wasteland.

Faced with this sudden terrorist threat, the various factions in the Eastern Wilderness had to temporarily put aside their grudges and unite to resist the invasion of the netherworld monsters.

However, the number of Netherworld monsters seemed endless, and they were ferocious by nature and extremely powerful. Not only that, they seemed to draw strength from each battle with the monks, becoming more ferocious and cunning. Moreover, their evil spirits were like substance, which could corrode the monks' magic weapons and protective divine light, making it difficult for even the monks with advanced cultivation to resist their invasion.

What was even more terrifying was that there seemed to be some mysterious connection between the Netherworld monsters. Once one was severely injured, the other monsters would become extremely violent and attack more fiercely as if they had received a signal. This seemingly conscious coordinated operation made it impossible for the monks to defend themselves and suffered heavy losses.

What makes the monks even more desperate is that there seems to be even more terrifying existence hidden among the netherworld monsters - those "demon generals" carefully cultivated by the demons. These demon generals are clad in black armor, holding evil weapons, and are as tall as mountains. Their strength is even more terrifying. Not only can they fight against several high-level monks on their own, but they can also let out earth-shaking roars, making the surrounding creatures tremble in their hearts and unable to control themselves.

Faced with such a sudden change, although the monks of Donghuang were brave and fearless, they could not help but feel powerless in this desperate battle.

However, the despair and fear did not stop there. Just when everyone in the East Wasteland was in danger and the battle was getting heated, the dark sky suddenly shook and a huge crack appeared, as if the door to another world was forcibly torn open. From the crack, a darker and more evil force surged out, accompanied by a shrill howl, as if the gate of hell opened wide, releasing endless fear and death.

The monks looked up in astonishment, only to see powerful demons wearing black robes and with ferocious faces pouring out of the cracks one after another like a tide. He was surrounded by a thick demonic aura, and his eyes flashed with a dark green light, as if he could see into people's hearts and control life and death. This powerful demon.

"Hahahahaha! Tremble, you lowly humans! They burst into wild laughter, their voices filled with contempt for life: "Humble human race, do you think you can stop the plan of my great demon god by your own strength? This East Wasteland is destined to become a stepping stone for my demon race to conquer the entire fairy world! This world is destined to become the territory of my demon world, and you lowly humans are destined to become our food!"

The demon clan's strong men laughed grimly, their voices resounding through the sky, with unquestionable arrogance and arrogance. They were like messengers of darkness, stepping on the void, and every step made the ground tremble, as if the whole world was shaking under their feet.

With the influx of the demon army, the battlefield in the East Wasteland became more chaotic and bloody in an instant. Those black-robed demons were not only powerful, but also good at using all kinds of strange magic and curses, making it difficult for the monks to defend themselves. They were like the sickle of the god of death, reaping the lives of monks and creatures, and spreading despair and fear to every corner.

Although the monks fought bravely, they were far inferior to these powerful demons in both numbers and strength. They gritted their teeth and tried their best to prevent the disaster from happening, but facing such powerful demons, their efforts seemed to be insignificant and could not stop the demon army's advance.

In a short period of time, the entire Eastern Wilderness was filled with wailing sounds, corpses were everywhere, and blood dyed the earth red, as if it had turned into a purgatory on earth.