Red!
This world was full of red everywhere.
The sun and moon in the sky were red, and the air was filled with red mist.
Half of the ground was crimson red soil, and the other half was scorching hot magma.
Bones were visible everywhere, and the air was permeated with the smell of sulfur and the scent of rotting corpses.
In the central area of the grand land,
a magnificent black Gothic-style grand hall stood there. The architecture was dotted with a great number of bizarre creature statues, emitting a terrifying and eerie aura.
Inside the hall,
there were white skulls suspended in the void one after another, their eye sockets illuminated by dim yellow light.
A thick stone pillar after another was carved with massive murals, and the murals depicted a scene of a blond, muscle-tattooed man wielding a double-handed broadsword as he campaigned across various lands. Under the illumination of this dim yellow light, it gave people a sense of heaviness and vicissitudes akin to reading an epic.
On the throne at the very end of the hall sat a ferocious-looking blond man with a thick beard. His fierce aura was agonizing to feel even through a screen.
There were black tattoos on his face and body, and his exposed arms and legs truly possessed knotted muscles, resembling twisted steel bars. At a glance, it gave an impact of explosive power.
Standing below him were a group of 10 armored people with twin horns on their heads, emanating a bloody murderous aura.
"King!"
"This world has already reached its end, hahahaha!!!"
"Initially, I heard that there were over two hundred mythological realms, and each realm had a Creator-level figure. That really frightened me."
"As a result, once we fought, only that white-haired old man was a true