Abandonment

The Demonic Beasts stopped and watched.

Those Demonic Beasts with Demigod bloodlines or powerful Grandmaster King strength glanced at Zhao Cong's back, stood at a distance, and actually gave up climbing.

Those ordinary Grandmaster Demonic Beasts were still hesitating.

They stared at the top of the Corpse King Throne, their eyes filled with greed.

Those Demonic Beasts with Demigod bloodlines or exceptionally powerful clans did not truly need the Corpse King Throne.

But for Demonic Beasts of ordinary bloodlines, advancing to Grandmaster was harder than scaling the heavens.

If they wanted their Lineage and bloodline to achieve true transcendence, they could only advance to Demigod.

In Demon Prison, Demigods were everything.

Chen Shouhu, Wang Boxiong, and the other human Grandmasters, cut off from one another by the Demonic Beasts, watched the two people climbing upward with complicated expressions.

These Grandmasters had spent many years among humans and had all heard, more or less, rumors about the Zhao family.

Many people knew that when the Corpse King Throne had last appeared, the one seated upon it had been the current family head, Zhao Hao.

Such a matter could not be concealed.

They could understand Zhao Cong going first.

But Li Shenkong seemed to be covering Zhao Cong's retreat.

"Li Shenkong!" Chen Shouhu shouted, veins bulging on his neck and bloodshot veins spreading through his eyes.

Li Shenkong stood high on the Human-Bone Stairway. He turned and smiled at Chen Shouhu, then turned back and continued climbing.

Another batch of Demonic Beasts charged up, and Li Shenkong swung his sword again.

Blood carpeted the Human-Bone Stairway.

The Demonic Beasts calmed down, exchanged glances, and gave up competing for the first Corpse King Throne.

But there were still chances at the smaller Corpse King Thrones. They only had to wait.

"The Corpse King