The moment the young disciple stepped into the castle, a thick stench of blood surged toward him like a flood. The smell was so overpowering that it nearly drowned him. The castle was dark and damp, and Eerie Glow flickered along the walls, as though countless eyes were watching him from the shadows.
Suddenly, the ground began to shake violently, as if the entire castle were trembling. The young disciple warily scanned his surroundings and saw a group of even more powerful Demon Monsters pouring in from every direction. Huge in size and radiating stronger Demonic Power than before, they bared their fangs and claws as they pounced on him.
Yet despite such a terrifying sight, the young disciple felt no fear. He gripped the sword in his hand tightly and faced the Demon Monsters' attacks with unwavering eyes. He darted nimbly among them, his sword flashing like lightning. Every slash struck precisely at their vital points.
However, these Demon Monsters were clearly more cunning and vicious than the previous ones. They coordinated flawlessly, covering one another and making the young disciple's attacks difficult to land. Gradually, he fell into a disadvantage, and wounds began to appear on his body, blood staining his clothes red.
Just as the young disciple began to feel overwhelmed, a tall demonic figure slowly emerged from the depths of the castle. Suffocating Demonic Power radiated from its entire body. It was the Demon King of this demon domain. The Demon King sneered and waved both hands. The Demon Monsters that had been surrounding the young disciple instantly retreated like a receding tide, leaving an open space behind.
The Demon King flashed forward and appeared before the young disciple like a ghost. He moved as fast as lightning, and before the young disciple could react, he