After the Demon God King fell, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief. Little did they know, the real crisis had only just begun, descending upon them like a violent, turbulent storm. The ink-black darkness within the city grew increasingly turbulent and surging, as if countless vengeful spirits were roaring and struggling madly within it. A pressure so powerful it was suffocating rose slowly, like Mount Tai pressing down upon their heads.
"This is bad. This power is treacherous and unpredictable. Everyone, be extremely careful!" Subodhi’s face was grim. His eyes were full of vigilance, flickering like cold stars. Suddenly, a black shadow, ghost-like, soared from a palace in the distance. In the blink of an eye, it appeared before them.
The Demon God King stood like a towering mountain, reaching up to the heavens and standing firm upon the earth. His body was wreathed in roaring black flames, which leapt and twisted as if to devour everything in existence. His eyes were like cold, abyssal pools—chilling to the bone and flashing with an utterly eerie light that made the heart tremble and the hair stand on end.
Chapter 54