Little Black Man's Hospitality

Of course, at the Demon Lord level, their numbers were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns. On the present-day Karmak Continent, there were probably not even enough to count on one hand.

Demon Lords who reached that realm began their lives in spans of ten thousand years, and they also gained traits akin to a god's indestructible body.

Naturally, they could not compare to a true indestructible body. At most, their recovery was monstrously powerful, but their flesh could still be destroyed, and there was a limit to the damage they could endure.

Moreover, after transforming into demons, their strength would actually decline rather than rise. In truth, they were much like wise old men blessed with extraordinarily long lives.

Yet even though Brother Octopus claimed to be a Demon Lord, Song Dragon still found it hard to believe.

After all, beings like Demon Lords were far too rare. And why would a Demon Lord follow Chen Cheng around? That made no sense either.

Of course, Song Dragon had not realized that Brother Octopus was actually a true god following Chen Cheng. That was what truly made no sense.

"Enough messing around. If you want to get out, hurry up and show us the way."

Chen Cheng tugged at Brother Octopus as he spoke.

Brother Octopus merely snorted, then leaped onto Chen Cheng's shoulder and draped his tentacles over Chen Cheng's face.

"Show you the way? Show you my ass. This place has an owner, damn it."

As soon as Brother Octopus finished speaking, the space within the pure white room twisted. A Crimson-Gold Serpent Dragon, entirely crimson-gold in color and bearing a single horn, appeared before Chen Cheng and the others.

Roar!

The dragon's roar was deafening, instantly causing Noah and the others to bleed from all