This was a Gloomy Grand Hall. Darkness surged within, black qi rose, as though it could devour all life, making the place dim and chilling.
Inside the grand hall, tiers upon tiers of black stone seats stretched into the distance. At this moment, nearly every seat was occupied by a figure.
Dark, evil auras coiled around these figures, causing space itself to tremble faintly.
The entire grand hall churned with a heart-palpitating evil aura, like the Hall of Ten Thousand Devils.
At the center of the grand hall stood thirty-two black thrones, extending outward in an arc toward both sides.
Nearly every one of these thrones likewise held a massive demonic shadow. With each breath they took, boundless Demonic Qi poured forth.
Different demonic phantoms formed behind them, radiating endless, terrifying Demon Might.
Under the Demon Might of these many demonic shadows, the other dark figures within the grand hall all lowered their heads slightly, revealing their reverence.
At the very center of the thirty-two demonic thrones sat a demonic shadow wreathed in demonic flames.
At times, those flames were black as ink; at others, they emitted a pure white glow. The two continuously shifted and flowed, appearing exceptionally bizarre.
Beneath the demonic flames, a pair of emotionless eyes gazed outward. Wherever that gaze swept, even space trembled faintly, as though in fear.
"Is everyone here?"
An ethereal yet deep voice slowly emerged from the demonic flames.
On the demonic throne beside him sat a figure shrouded in a black robe.
The figure raised its head slightly, revealing a pale face. Yet its pupils were formed from rings of black vortices, an incomparably strange sight.
As they spun, they seemed to possess an indescribable oddity that could make anyone who looked into them lose themselves.
"The Heavenly Demon Clan is