But at this point, Supreme Ming could no longer afford to shrink back.
With his head lowered and a humble posture, he slowly stepped into the Overlord's Demon Hall.
Commander-in-Chief Longxue trembled all over as he followed closely behind Supreme Ming, step for step.
Clatter~
The doors of the Demon Hall closed.
The light within immediately dimmed.
Supreme Ming and Commander-in-Chief Longxue grew even more nervous. An icy, mysterious air seemed to permeate the hall, as though some invisible and immense force filled it, making their nerves tighten without their realizing it.
The Demon Hall was exceedingly spacious.
Thick pillars carved with demonic patterns stood on either side, bringing with them a crushing sense of pressure.
At the center stood a towering, savage black throne.
It resembled a curled-up colossal beast. The armrests curved downward like two sharp claws, their pointed tips glinting coldly, as though they could tear apart any living being bold enough to offend them.
Its material was equally extraordinary. Smooth all over like black jade, it seemed to have been directly molded and forged from some primordial source energy of darkness.
Overlord Pan sat quietly upon the dark throne.
His long black hair seemed to connect to an abyss, its sheen deep and unfathomable. His body was broadly humanoid, yet it bore distinct beastlike traits. Massive and brawny, it was covered from head to toe in dense black scales, making him resemble a humanoid Fierce Beast.
Behind him, a tail lined with two rows of backward-pointing spines hung casually at his side, its tip seeming to stretch endlessly into the darkness.
The lighting in the Demon Hall was dim, illuminating only the front half of his body while the latter half remained submerged in darkness.
At first glance, his entire demon body seemed to have merged