While the Alliance Camp was making intensive preparations for battle, deep within the Dark Abyss, inside the Dark Palace of the Dark Pope, dark energies churned violently like a surging black tide. The Dark Pope sat upon his throne formed of condensed dark magic power, his dual pupils flashing with a blood-red eerie light like two flames burning deep within hell. He draped a black robe over his shoulders, embroidered all over with various bizarre dark runes. These runes crawled slowly with every breath he took as though endowed with life.
"Hmph! That trash Shadow Demon Lord couldn't even handle such a small task, yet he still dared to vie with me for dominion over this world." The Dark Pope's voice was low and cold, resembling the biting chill of the deepest winter wind echoing through the palace, causing all the surrounding Dark Creatures to tremble with fear.
He slowly stood up, and a formidable dark magic power gushed forth from within him, instantly sweeping across the entire palace. Wherever the dark magic power reached, the black crystals on the walls flashed with an even more dazzling brilliance as if paying homage to him. The Dark Pope raised both hands high, murmuring incantations as an ancient and evil spell resonated in the air. As the chant continued, the space surrounding the Dark Palace began to twist and deform, with dark fissures slowly tearing open like the maw of a ferocious beast.
Chapter 278