"Ah—"
"Damn it!!!"
"Human, you deserve to die!"
The Domain of No Light, the Night Demon King's Palace.
The pained cries and furious roars of the Immortal Demon King Laprade made the demons in the palace tremble in fear, completely bewildered.
It was the first time they had heard the ancestor of the Night Demons let out such a heart-wrenching scream.
They had no idea who could have driven a Ninth Tier Immortal Demon King to gnash his teeth in hatred.
In the main hall of the palace, Laprade sat high upon the throne, and beneath his powerful aura, a faint weakness could be detected.
He had intervened in the Chaotic Continent with his consciousness several times before, yet he had unexpectedly suffered two consecutive defeats.
The previous defeat had been inexplicable. As a result, the Demon Nest, which had taken immense effort and vast resources to upgrade to the Seventh Tier, had been destroyed.
His plans in the Chaotic Continent had come to nothing. The Demon Army he had spent years building had suffered heavy casualties, forcing him to abandon everything and flee to the outer domains.
This time, he had capsized in a gutter.
Not only had he lost two Demon Lords and the few hundred thousand demon soldiers he had left,
but he himself had also been ignited by the Flame of Destruction, injuring the very foundation of his soul.
After all that, he had not only failed to capture Galo and vent his fury, but had also paid an unbearably heavy price.
He had lost both the bride and the soldiers.
Huff, huff—
Laprade watched as the Flame of Destruction gradually weakened, using the spiritual power he had severed from himself as fuel.
His eyes were filled with fury, but beneath it lurked lingering fear and