The Demon Lord God's inheritance space had a blood-red sky and black ground. Weeds grew everywhere, while the stones gave off bizarre appearances—some resembled animals, while others looked like strange objects.
There was also a statue on a platform ahead.
The statue stood a thousand meters tall. It was a vicious-looking man with demonic horns on his head, clad in armor and holding a long spear. It radiated immense demonic aura that made people somewhat fearful.
Zhao Fu had Hua Ling wait where she was and flew toward the stone statue with a powerful aura. Yet, to his surprise, the statue did not unleash any terrifying power to attack him.
The few people undergoing the trial were stunned. At this moment, they were enduring the assault of abundant demonic aura and were in danger—so why was that person not being attacked?
Then, Zhao Fu flew directly before the statue. The statue still did not release any terrifying power or launch an attack at Zhao Fu.
Boom!
A roar rang out as the statue emitted a terrifying demonic might. Demonic light began to shine from its brow, and a powerful demonic power spread out.
Zhao Fu could not help smiling. This was the easiest time he had ever had obtaining the power of a Lord God. There was no trial at all; he could directly obtain the Lord God's inheritance power. Having a Demon Lord physique really was advantageous.
The few people undergoing the trial were truly filled with envy and jealousy. Who is that person? Why doesn't he have to undergo any trial at all?
Boom!
Another roar sounded as a black beam shot from the statue's brow, carrying immense demonic aura as it struck Zhao Fu. A vast inheritance power of the Ancient Demon Lord God poured into Zhao