"Welcome, Lord Demon King!" This loud cry was like a death knell from the depths of the netherworld. In an instant, the cold and merciless giant hand of the Grim Reaper seemed to ruthlessly grip the hearts of everyone in the Du Family, dragging them down into a pitch-black, bottomless abyss of despair. Every single syllable was like an ice blade drenched in deadly poison, carrying a bone-chilling aura of death as it pierced deeply into their chests, ruthlessly severing the fragile, spider-web-thin thread of wishful thinking they had clung to.
Amidst this doomsday-like silence, the color drained from everyone's faces, leaving them looking like lifeless, grayish-white masks. Beneath their ashen complexions, their minds churned with turbulent, violent speculations. They kept their gazes locked on the Demon King, who had descended like a nightmare, anxiously guessing his relationship with the Divine Martial Prince's Estate. Du Tianxiong's face instantly turned as pale as frost covering cold jade, completely devoid of color. Beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down his forehead like a torrential downpour. His lips trembled violently like withered leaves shivering in a fierce gale, rendering him unable to speak out of sheer terror. His eyes were wide open, filled with a horrified dread of the unknown and absolute despair over the impending annihilation of his clan. He was like a drowning person struggling futilely in the endless, dark ocean, unable to grasp even a shred of …
Chapter 112