Chapter 291 - Return; White God In Shock!
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Necromancer: I Am A Disaster Chapter 291 - Return; White God In Shock!

The Abyssal World was a vast word engulfed in eerie green flames, with a clear hierarchy of strength. The deeper the hue of the Abyssal Fire and the denser the abyssal energy, the more powerful the Demons who ruled the region.

In a region where the hue was darkest, where the green nearly faded to black, a majestic palace loomed amidst the inferno. This grand structure dwarfed even the Succubus Queen’s palace, its size and elegance unmatched. From within, heavy, rhythmic breaths echoed.

"Who dares kill my son?! In the name of I, the Darkfiend King, with the Abyss as witness—resurrect!"

Beneath the palace, the dark green flames erupted violently, towering into the sky and enveloping the entire structure. Amidst this fiery storm, a high-level Demon began to take shape—first as a faint projection, gradually solidifying into a physical form.

Minutes later, the ink-green flames calmed, revealing the resurrected Demon floating in the air, reborn through the Abyssal Fire. It was the Darkfiend Prince. Once at level 64, his power had fallen to level 60, just enough to remain a high-level Demon. His aura was visibly weakened.

Slowly, he flapped his wings, the terror of death still etched on his face despite his resurrection. The specter of death knew no bounds—no matter the race, its grip was terrifying. It took the Darkfiend Prince a moment to gather himself.

Before him, an enormous projection materialized, so vast it blotted out the sky. As it emerged, the very fabric of space trembled, and even the ever-burning Abyssal Fire seemed to bow in reverence.

The Darkfiend Prince knelt midair before the towering projection, his voice trembling with respect, "Your son humbly greets you, Father."

The Darkfiend King grunted, his voice rumbling like thunder, "Who killed you?"

"I... self-destructed." The Darkfiend Prince replied, his heart pounding as he recounted the events leading to his demise. Even in his resurrected form, the memory of that moment sent chills through him.

The Darkfiend King listened in silence, the air thick with

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