P.S. My fingers still hurt like hell. What the hell is going on? Oh, right—is anyone still reading this book? How about dropping by the reviews to say hello?
The most terrifying creature of darkness, the embodiment of Destruction and Ruin—the Dark Beast Hai—had awakened.
When he turned over, heaven and earth shook and the sun and moon lost their light. It was as though he held the entire world within him.
"Useless. The Undead have always been useless. Even with such forbidden Death Power, you still can't break these restraints. You're just like that legendary Demon Lord of yours: all that strength, yet a mere Succubus Demon Lord beat him so badly he fled the Abyss. Shameful!"
A cold, merciless voice echoed through the space.
"What? Damn you! Who are you to insult the great Wraith King?"
The Undead Overlord's eyes widened. He sensed that something was wrong, but anger overwhelmed his unease. The Wraith King, one of the Thirteen Ancient Demon Lords, was the pride of the Undead, a figure revered as their progenitor and worshipped by countless Undead.
For someone to insult the Undead like this was unforgivable.
"Great? Heh. Just a wretch who happened to wield the Authority of Death. His origins may be mysterious, but compared with the other Demon Lords, he was pathetically weak!"
The voice kept mocking them, seemingly filled with deep hatred for the Undead.
This guy...
Baal searched his surroundings carefully but found nothing. He could only faintly sense that the voice came from within the massive Dark Beast that had turned over.
Could it be... Hai?
Baal's heart sank. He looked again at the faintly flickering Destruction, Ruin, and Order Chains around him, and his expression changed sharply.
"Hmph. Who exactly are you?" the Undead Overlord asked in a low