"Was this Black Flame's true trump card, the one he had been hiding all along?"
Phantom Whisper and Immortal Battle Heart stared fixedly at Fuluobailuo in the distance. The three-eyed Demon hovered proudly in the air, barefoot and bare-armed, clad in black-patterned armor and wielding a black-flame spear, like a Demon God born of fire. The shock in their hearts was beyond words, yet they could not help but smile bitterly.
Fuluobailuo (Death Demon Lord), Demon Grand Lord, Level 135, HP 13,000,000,000.
Although they had long known that someone like Shi Feng must have held some trump cards in reserve—otherwise, he could not possibly have led a team into the exceedingly dangerous Destruction Mountain Range with merely a Tier 4 class—they had never imagined that his hidden trump card would be this terrifying.
He could actually turn a Demon Grand Lord standing at the pinnacle of the Dark Abyss into a puppet under his control...
One had to know that Demon Grand Lords were existences comparable to Tier 5 classes. In terms of life rating, they stood even above upper-ranking Legendary monsters. Not to mention that Fuluobailuo was a titled Demon Grand Lord; calling him a half-step Demon King would not have been an exaggeration.
If the various superpowers of the current God's Domain learned of such power, every one of them would likely turn pale.
After all, every titled Demon Grand Lord had been forged from the lives of countless people in God's Domain. The destruction of some kingdoms in God's Domain had even been caused by these titled Demon Grand Lords.
An existence capable of destroying an entire kingdom would find it absurdly easy to destroy a superpower's Guild City.
However, Shi Feng had considered Phantom Whisper and Immortal Battle Heart's pleasant fantasy before.
But a fantasy was