There was a dull darkness that could not be seen, the color of the magma was black, so thick that it could barely make waves, and when viewed from above, it looked like a vast black square rather than a lake.

The air was so hard to breathe that even a Dominion-level demon could feel the heat.

This is the highest point in Pazunia, the birthplace of the Molten Iron Lake, and the stronghold of a notorious demonic power.

Dozens of Lords of all shapes and shapes, but equally powerful in their breaths, stepped over the magma onto the hard ground, the soles of their feet and everything around them giving each of them a greedy and fiery gaze in their eyes.

Their destination was a black palace in front of them, which was so special, not only because of its ornate shapes that stood out from the abyss of rugged and ugly styles, but also because of its materials.

Every inch of it was made of the finest black steel, and such a magnificent palace was a pile of disaster coins.

Powerful lizarddemons stood on either side, each dressed in neat and well-crafted armor and weapons, which was enough to make the demon lords even more red-eyed, and most of them were only slightly better than these lizards.

The interior of the palace is more beautiful than you can imagine, and every part of it presents a brutal dark beauty, with simple but just right lines, and it is said that it was designed and built by the famous drow elf masters, these lovely things that worship the Spider Queen, a few of them still retain the noble interests before the fall into darkness, and many of the treasured works of art in the abyss are from them.

Of course, the demon lords who are full of calamity coins and flesh and blood do not know how to appreciate this, they have been walking around restlessly since entering the palace, most of them have been at odds with each other, and they have only gathered together for the sake of profit, but now, if the master of this place does not show up, the demonic nature will sooner or later turn this into a killing field.

"Where the hell is Flagg?!"

Finally, a demon couldn't hold back any longer, and pulled a lizard demon beside him, and twisted off his head casually, blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing on the deep black steel ground, and the atmosphere in the field suddenly became fierce and violent.

"Roar.."

The demon leader who was stimulated by the blood had a killing intent, dropped the corpse in his hand, and wanted to continue with a low roar, but a dark red light suddenly flashed in the dim hall, and the next moment, a red whip appeared out of nowhere, binding the demon leader tightly.

"Die .."

The bound demon's eyes were red, and the musculoskeletal muscles and bones of his whole body swelled violently, and the red whip could not withstand this terrifying force, and finally collapsed.

Driven by anger and killing intent, the freed demon flew out in a certain direction in the darkness, but the red whip that had previously been broken into countless strips suddenly changed into scorpions with flames all over its body, swarming the demon in a swarm.

The demon roared and flapped its limbs wildly, but to no avail, the fiery red scorpion injected hot and vicious venom into its flesh and frantically gnawed at its body...

A moment later, the not-so-weak Demon Leader turned into a puddle of foul-smelling black water and trickled to the ground, while the devouring scorpions gathered together and turned into a long flaming whip that landed gently and deftly in the palm of a slender and powerful hand.

The owner of the whip finally came out of the darkness, her figure was thin and tall, her two long straight legs had three bone joints, which could be bent like insects, her chest and back were covered with a layer of dark red hard shell armor, her face was very beautiful, and her mouth full of fine fangs added a bit of charm, and behind her, an incomparably thick and long fiery red scorpion tail extended from her tail vertebrae, swaying slightly, and the tip was chilling.

Flagg, Pazunia's greatest power holder, the monopolist of the Black Steel of the Molten Iron Lake, the beloved servant of Demogorgen, and possibly the mistress.

No matter which name it is, it is enough for the demon leaders on the field to restrain their killing intent and stand honestly in place, after all, there is already a short-tempered guy who has learned from them.

"You uneducated bastards are all mud-legged people who have climbed up from the Demon Sea, it's disgusting."

Flagg's lips cracked like petals, and from them came a harsh, vicious sound that echoed through the black hall, desperately burrowing into the heads of the demons like worms.

"Flagg, you lied to us.."

A brutal demon leader raised his head and said angrily, "Plas is dead, and so is Latuk..."

"And Dodos and Baruper.." Another voice picked up.

"Maybe there's more, we're at least seven fewer than last time.."

"No, seventeen."

"It's all because of you, Flagg, you said it's a sure-fire business."

"We died, but you killed Zacharias."

"You deceived us, damn Flagg.."

The demon leaders seemed to have found a tacit understanding of cooperation with each other in an instant, and they recounted in a rambling voice, and the spearhead of the words was directed at Flagg above the main hall.

"Shut up!"

Flagg let out a loud shout from his mouth, and the violent momentum swept through, and the noise in the hall disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Flagg sneered: "A bunch of fools, come to me to show their incompetence? Dozens of Commanders can't handle a little demon who has just entered the Commander level and a slick black dragon..."

"He's not just at the Commander level, at least above the middle level..."

Someone replied with a shrill voice.

"Then you are fools too!"

Flagg sarcastically unsparingly: "No, you're not even stupid, even scavengers know that they have a chance to distribute their prey before they can be killed."

The demon leaders looked at each other, their eyes flickering, and it was no wonder that they were betrayed and wary, and everyone wanted to pick fruit, but no one wanted to climb a tree.

The cold and violent momentum rolled in the hall for a while, and then slowly retracted, Flagg's face became indifferent, and he said coldly: "Give you fools another chance, help me catch that kid, his power and the black dragon can belong to you, and I will give you 10,000 square meters of black steel each."

"And.." Flagg narrowed his eyes and said word by word, "I'll do it myself.."

The demon commanders were taken aback, and then their faces showed joy, 10,000 square meters of black steel, just to catch a black dragon and a mid-ruling boy, this transaction is simply a big profit.

Moreover, as we all know, every black dragon has its own treasure, a commander-level black dragon, what a fortune it will be.

The blazing light in the demons' eyes flickered, and they couldn't help but start to watch out for each other again.