"Ah!"
At first, the ancient demon Aldrich had not paid much attention to the black aura invading his body. But once that black aura thoroughly seeped in, eroding and corroding his soul, he immediately realized that the trouble was immense.
This power was saturated with terrifying curse energy, completely corroding his soul, seemingly causing it to utterly fall, decay, and sink into the depths of the River Styx.
Vaguely, his entire body seemed to have entered the state of the Five Declines of Heaven and Man. His once-undying body now showed signs of decay and aging, as though it were about to rot away.
Even his soul had fallen into a boundless illusion, as if dragged by the Underworld God into the eighteen levels of hell to suffer cruel torture. Even the power of laws within his body could not withstand such power.
Never in his life had the ancient demon Aldrich suffered such agony. It felt as though his flesh and soul were being devoured and torn apart by countless bizarre, terrifying evil spirits.
"Damn it! You damned bastard, you actually dared to plot against me, Aldrich! I will not let you go—I absolutely will not let you go! I'll remember you, Fengdu!"
The ancient demon Aldrich let out a shrill scream that echoed back and forth through the enormous, luxurious palace, nearly resounding throughout this stretch of void and leaving countless nearby demons utterly shocked.
They had never heard their Lord let out such a miserable scream before. Nothing like this had happened in hundreds of millions of years.
At this moment, his hatred for Xia Ping had reached its peak, his rage utterly uncontrollable. If his fury could take physical form, the entire hell plane would likely have been burned to ashes.
He was merely a tiny