Everyone led the miners in a swift evacuation from the mine. The moment they stepped out, the sunlight washed over them, scattering the gloomy shadow cast by the darkness. Before they could even properly enjoy the joy of victory, the sky suddenly darkened. Heavy, ominous clouds gathered rapidly, completely blotting out the sun. An oppressive and eerie atmosphere permeated the air, sending a chill down everyone's spine.
A sinister laugh echoed from the clouds, reverberating all around them as if countless sharp needles were scraping against their ears. Immediately afterward, a massive figure slowly emerged from the dark clouds—it was the Nightmare Demon King. The Demon King was wreathed in black mist, within which flickered blood-red lights, outlining his ferocious expression and colossal body. His eyes, resembling burning pools of blood, radiated endless evil and madness.
The Nightmare Demon King opened his blood-red maw and let out a deafening roar: "Foolish mortals, your strength is nothing more than that of ants before me! Today, this entire continent shall plunge into an eternal nightmare!" With his roar, the ground began to tremble violently, and one after another, black fissures spread outward. Countless monsters formed from the power of nightmares surged from the cracks. These monsters varied in shape—some resembled distorted human figures, while others looked like massive demonic beasts—and they lunged toward the group with bared claws and fangs.
Chapter 142