Just as the Twelve Fiend Martyrs were exclaiming in glee, Archfiend Antigonus made his way forward. He raised his hands slowly and called upon a terrifying burst of magical energy that he directed into the Holy Sky Stone.

Then, the Holy Sky Stone gleamed like the sun. It cast rays so blinding that the Fiend Martyrs could barely open their eyes.

"Open, Holy Sky Stone."

Just then, a thick, weathered voice rang through from the rock. "You may ask me three questions. Ask them now."

The voice was steely with authority, as if it left no room for retaliation.

The Fiend Martyrs held their breaths at the voice, not daring to say a word. They knew that the voice belonged to the Great Pangu's consciousness. Of course, they did not dare to misbehave.

At the same time, Archfiend Antigonus took a deep breath as he stepped forward to address the stone. "Will the fiend race take over the Godly Region and the world?"

"Absolutely not!" The same weathered voice rang through without an ounce of hes