In the darkness of the night, everything was silent, except for the occasional crow flying by and making a desolate cry.

Swarms of bats swept by, flying to the only palace ahead.

In this boundless world buried by darkness, that gorgeous palace is like a beast dormant in the night, grinning its bloodthirsty fangs.

It was a gray temple, the only existence among the spirits of this realm, and it was a threat to all directions.

Despite its magnificence, it can be depressing, even suffocating, and it takes a lot of courage to look up and take a second look.

This is the palace and the sea of the dead.

It was built on hundreds of corpses, burying not only evil spirits, but also the bones of thousands of immortals.

The Demon Devouring Palace is not inhabited by the king of the demon race, but the lord of this darkness, the king of all spirits!

A man dressed in black fell to the steps, blood trickling down the steps, staining the ground red, and above the steps was the throne of the Lord of the Demon Devouring Palace—sleeping in the darkness and in charge of killing!

The man collapsed on top of it with his dying breath, stretching out his arms to touch the dark throne, his eyes full of unwillingness.

A young man in black slowly walked in from the outside, every step seemed to step on the tip of the man's heart, and gradually, the unwillingness in the man's eyes was occupied by fear.

The black boots made a crisp sound on the shiny ground, and it fell on the man's ears like a death lament.

His body trembled uncontrollably, and as soon as he turned his head, he met the pair of bloodthirsty red pupils, dark and deep, and at that moment the hairs on his whole body seemed to stand on end.

It is as if falling into the abyss of depravity, and as if falling into the quagmire of death.

Fear eroded all his sanity.

The black-clothed young man stood in front of him, looking indifferently at his unusually embarrassed appearance at this time, and there was no warmth in those dark eyes.

"You've wasted too much of my time." A cold voice came out of the young man's mouth, and in an instant, it seemed that the temperature of the entire space had dropped suddenly.

The man's face turned pale, and he opened his mouth to say something, but there seemed to be blood in his throat, and he didn't squeeze out a word for a long time, and a large amount of dirty blood overflowed from his mouth and trickled down the corners of his lips.

"Hmm...... "Hmm...... "He struggled and tried to escape, but his whole body was broken, and even moving became a luxury.

The boy's patience had been worn out, he raised his hand, and a black light swept by, hitting the man's eyebrows, the man's eyes were wide open, unable to resist and unable to dodge, and thus ushered in the end of his life.

Almost at the moment when the man fell, several black shadows came to the main hall, and the person at the head was Fu Ling.

The faces of several people were not very good, and as soon as they came to the side of the Dire, they all knelt down and pleaded: "The subordinates are incompetent, let the demon run away, please punish the evil venerable!" ”

Dire only raised his eyes and glanced at them lightly, and said coldly, "Go and get the punishment yourself." ”

"Yes!" The group responded in unison.

Only then did he look at the man on the steps, where could he still see the glamorous and beautiful he once was.

His black hair was stained with blood and messy on that pale face, and he had lost all his life, and he had become a veritable prisoner.

Who would have thought that this man was the most prestigious supreme of the Rakshasa clan not long ago.

He is a wise man, but he is confused here.

The Dark Throne, not everyone is qualified to sit on it.

(End of chapter)