Black mist swirled, blood lightning intertwined, and an aura of destruction filled heaven and earth.
From time to time, scarlet lightning would strike that graceful figure, scattering dazzling sparks of electric light.
Yet the graceful figure seemed utterly unaware.
Her steps were elegant and unhurried, her bearing peerless.
Not until she walked out of the Chaos Great Ruins did her appearance come clearly into view.
Her soft, dark-blue hair was casually gathered behind her head. Her plain dress, black as ink, set off skin as crystalline and snowy white as polished jade.
Her face was as delicate and pure as a young girl's. Her red lips blazed like fire, her bright eyes flowed like water, and at the corners of her brows and eyes lay an enchanting, demonic allure of breathtaking beauty.
Her beauty was enough to astonish all living beings beneath heaven, yet her temperament was as indifferent and cold as a deity's, looking down upon all as though she were their sovereign.
The Nether King!
A terrifying existence who had once cowed hundreds of millions of living beings throughout the Netherworld in ancient times!
The Nine Netherworld Crow trembled with excitement as it said, "My lord, you truly escaped your predicament!"
"No, my true body remains trapped at the bottom of these Chaos Great Ruins."
The Nether King shook her head slightly. "What you see is merely a Nature Spirit Dharma Body I condensed over the long years, using the power of my own essence and blood to absorb and refine the origin laws of Unjustly Dead City. Mm, you may understand it as an avatar."
Only then did the Nine Netherworld Crow understand. "My lord, since this avatar of yours was condensed from the power of Unjustly Dead City's origin laws, does that not mean it can