Crushing the Ninth King Hall!

Boom!

The Eightfold Sacred Dragon Demon-Suppressing Platform slammed into the ground. The entire space shuddered, and countless cracks spread in every direction like a spiderweb!

A muffled roar rose from deep underground. Then a pillar of pitch-black demonic energy shot skyward, forcing the Demon-Suppressing Platform up!

"Roar!"

A savage howl came from beneath the earth. The ground exploded, and a massive demonic figure burst from the fissure and hovered in midair. Demonic energy churned around him, radiating an evil aura that made the heart tremble.

He was a handsome, pale-faced man wreathed in rolling black demonic energy, with eyes as dark as ink.

He wore a suit of jet-black armor covered in ancient Demon Patterns. It radiated an air of indestructibility: the Demon Emperor Armor.

The Ninth King Hall!

"Cursed human! You dare disturb my slumber!" the Ninth King Hall roared. His black eyes locked on Luo Heng, his voice brimming with fury and murderous intent.

Luo Heng hovered in midair, watching him with a calm expression and even a hint of amusement.

"Slumber?" He smiled. "Is that what you call being sealed away? Your skin's thicker than your Demon Emperor Armor."

The Ninth King Hall's face darkened. He was about to lash out when he sensed a familiar aura. He whipped his head around, and his gaze landed on Ying Huanhuan. His pupils contracted.

"The Ice... Ice Master?!"

His voice cracked with barely concealed terror.

"What are you doing here?!"

Ying Huanhuan stood before Jiang Yinyin, regarding him calmly with her ice-blue eyes. She said nothing, but the chill emanating from her made the Ninth King Hall shudder to his very soul.

"Who she is doesn't matter," Luo Heng said, drawing the Ninth King Hall's attention back to him. "What matters is that you die here today."

The Ninth