Hellish lava congealed into an obsidian throne on the seventh heartbeat of Iblis's stopped heart. Hundreds of bronze sarcophagi suddenly burst, and the shrieks of demonic souls fractured the seventh layer of the abyss into spiderweb cracks.
The body of Iblis was swallowed by the hellish lava, while a pale golden barrier desperately resisted the corrosion of the magma. Her tiny figure, like a frail skiff, vanished within the blinding light.
The moment the throne was born, a figure emerged as silver hair poured down like poisoned moonlight, her pupils splitting into vertical slits. As she raised a hand to stroke the horns of the newborn demon, a collective, mournful wail of Thestrals suddenly echoed through the Forbidden Forest, and from within the eye sockets of those creatures, seven hundred mummified demon corpses clawed their way out of the earth.
Chapter 269