Soon, all light was blotted out.

The human experts that were gathered in the Realm of Crystal Snow to discuss how they would defend against the invaders from the Void World felt as if they were plunged into an eternal night.

Their sight, sense of touch, and soul awareness were all undermined.

In the starry river, it seemed to Agatha the Devil that the Realm of Crystal Snow, which looked like a snowball originally, was suddenly painted black by ink, and she could only sense Aztec’s aura from it now.

Added respect could be seen on Agatha’s face as she muttered to herself, “No wonder he’s called the Son of Darkness.”

She had been somewhat reluctant to acknowledge inferiority to this rising star of the Devils.

But now, after seeing him engulfing the entire Realm of Crystal Snow in thick darkness, along with every human expert in it, she finally let out a sigh of admiration and muttered, “Perhaps they’re right. He...