Within the Demon World camp, the Demon King Asura's expression remained calm from beginning to end.
Yet several Demon World powerhouses beside him wore anxious expressions.
"My lord, who should we send for this battle?"
"The Black Dragon King is too strong. We Five-Epoch Supreme Peaks probably cannot stop him..."
"The Heaven-Swallowing Demon Child has already fallen. If we lose this battle too, the Demon World will..."
The Demon King Asura waved his hand, and all the Demon World powerhouses closed their mouths.
His gaze fell upon a figure concealed within the shadows at the very rear of the Demon World camp.
"It is your turn."
That figure slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of eyes.
Deep as an abyss, dark as the night, as though they contained endless years and vicissitudes.
He was a slender man dressed in a pitch-black robe, his face pale and his features so handsome they were almost demonic.
Not a trace of demonic aura leaked from his body, yet those eyes seemed capable of devouring every ray of light.
"It is Lord Netherworld King..."
A Demon World powerhouse recognized the figure, and even his voice began to tremble.
"Netherworld King!"
"He... he is still here?!"
"The leading figure among the Demon World's Epoch Kings in the previous era—Netherworld King!"
The figure slowly rose to his feet and stepped out of the shadows.
Netherworld King raised his head, his deep eyes gazing toward the Five-Clawed Black Dragon King circling above the center of the battlefield.
The corners of his lips curled slightly.
"It has been tens of millions of years. I wonder how many still remember me?"
The Five-Clawed Black Dragon King's body suddenly stiffened.
For the first time, shock appeared in those proud dragon eyes.
"You..."
"The legendary Netherworld King?!"
His voice was