Suppressing the True King

"Then let's wait and see..."

The Monument Spirit's aged voice did not waver in the slightest because of those words. With a faint smile, light surged across the monument once more, seeking to suppress all the spreading black patterns back into its base.

However, those black patterns suddenly exploded, turning into black mist that spread out. Within the mist, countless enormous dark serpents coiled about, their snake eyes filled with evil Demonic Qi as they stared fixedly at the Great Desolate Monument.

"Wait and see? You may be foolish, but this king is not! I won't keep you company!"

Although the Demonic King looked down on the people of this world, the person outside was clearly no ordinary figure.

There was no need for him to put himself in danger. Even if he had to abandon the ten thousand years of corrosion he had worked so hard for, even if he had to give up the Great Desolate Monument that was nearly within his grasp, it would still be worth it. As soon as he finished speaking, the countless giant serpents scattered in all directions, fleeing toward the space outside.

"Hmph, do you think you can escape?"

The Monument Spirit snorted coldly, yet did not move to stop him. When the Demonic King fled, he had abandoned most of his power to obstruct him, which was why he could escape so quickly.

However, there was no need for him to act.

The Monument Spirit raised his head and looked toward the sky. A gigantic hand silently condensed there, then fiercely grabbed at the giant serpents scattering in all directions.

Under an inexplicable force, those giant serpents involuntarily gathered into a single black shadow.

The demonic shadow raised its head. Its pair of crimson eyes were incomparably evil, as though endless