Ye Lingyue couldn't help but glance at Di Shen, noticing his eyes slightly darkening, clearly reminiscing about something.
The remnants of Di Shen's memories about the Demon World were scarce, but the Demon Thirteen Tombs seemed to stir some memories.
In the memories, there was a tall figure in the distance.
Behind it was a vast desolate grave.
A small child struggled to move forward, trying to catch up.
Yet no matter how he ran, he couldn't catch the shadow ahead.
The fragmented memory faded quickly, Di Shen wanted to grasp it but couldn't.
"What's wrong?"
Ye Lingyue asked softly.
"Nothing, just seems like I've heard this name somewhere before."
Di Xin shook his head, the fragment in his mind gradually blurred.
No one else present reacted much to the Demon Thirteen Tombs.
This was within Alliance Leader Ning's expectations.
