Countless black letters fluttered down like snowflakes.
They looked no different from the previous Demon Lord Games, but this time, there was not a single word on them—no rules, no demands. Just as that Demon Lord had said—the game had only one rule.
Use any means necessary to defeat it!
"Th-that is... Demon Lord Aji Dakaha!"
Black Rabbit's face had gone deathly pale, and her legs trembled.
"Why? Why has it revived? It was clearly sealed away...!"
"Why are there so many whys?"
Fang Zheng waved a hand and tossed aside the letter that contained no rules.
"If it comes, we fight. What else is there to say? Still, this guy is somewhat troublesome. You should hurry and guide everyone to evacuate—I doubt this area can be saved. But... we should be able to buy some time."
Having said that, Fang Zheng raised a hand. A pitch-black greatsword appeared in his grasp. He clenched it tightly and drove it into the ground.
"Fūka!!!"
Flames surged outward in every direction. In an instant, a crimson sky blotted out the dim night. Cracked earth boiling with magma replaced the collapsing town, while dark clouds slowly drifted overhead. As far as the eye could see, the land was covered in lava and razor-sharp colossal towers that pierced the heavens.
Two purple satellites flickered in and out among the clouds, casting a faint, desolate glow across the earth.
"This is..."
The white three-headed serpent froze at the sight, while Fang Zheng smiled and raised both hands.
"Welcome to my Game Board, Aji Dakaha! Let me see just how powerful this so-called Humanity's Final Trial really is!!"
Following Fang Zheng's shout, the earth violently caved in and split apart. Hundreds of millions of Swarm crawled out from beneath it. Fang Zheng then extended a hand