The spirit in the middle-aged man’s eyes dimmed, and he revealed an expression of disbelief.

“Could it be that you refined the Devilish Art?” His voice carried a hint of terror.

“You’ve guessed quite well. If you obediently give yourself up, I will give you a method of survival. Otherwise... well, you already know, don’t you?” While the old man said this, he raised his hand and with a boom, a sphere of flames as black as ink appeared in his palm.

“Heavenwide Corpsefire! You’ve finally refined it.” The middle-aged man’s face grew beyond pale, and his voice became hoarse from terror.

Grandmaster Zenith Yin sneered and suddenly turned towards the Exquisite Sound Sect, proudly saying, “My mood is quite good today. Thus, I will give you a way to survive! You only have to swear your allegiance to Zenith Yin Island, and you can continue to live freely. However, you all must follow my commands obediently or else your souls will be scattered. I will have you all seal a third of your primal soul into...