Just as the allied forces began to flee, roars echoed from within a dark palace shrouded in deathly aura on Death Continent, over a thousand miles away.
This palace stood atop a cliff more than a thousand meters high.
If one stood on the cliff and looked down in every direction, one would see that heaven and earth seemed to have lost all color, with nothing but a land of drifting ash as far as the eye could see.
Countless Dark Creatures of all shapes and sizes wandered across that ash-covered land.
Even more chillingly, directly beneath the cliff flowed a crimson river of lava radiating scorching heat.
At that moment, the Dark Lord sat upon a throne at the cliff's edge.
The throne stood over a hundred meters tall, piled from the corpses and bones of all manner of creatures.
Upon closer inspection, one could even spot the dried bones of dragons among those remains.
The Dark Lord's appearance, however, was somewhat unexpected.
His build was no different from that of an ordinary human, his entire body concealed beneath a broad black cloak.
His features could not be seen either; only a pair of scarlet eyes were exposed.
Overall, the Dark Creature's appearance was not as terrifying as his reputation suggested.
"You actually let those ants escape—and even allowed them to destroy my statue! How do you people do your jobs? What use is there in keeping you?"
The Dark Lord looked down at the several dozen dark generals kneeling beneath the bone pile, his deep roars ringing out without cease.
Among the dark generals below were not only humanoid Dark Knights, but also high-level Dark Creatures of all kinds, such as bone dragons.
"Forgive us, my lord! Please pardon our incompetence and grant us another chance to make