Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 923: Interference
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1123- Finding help
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 592: Uncle and Nephew (4)
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 19: Rat Stampede! The Monsters Are Sieging!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 296: Thirteen
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 218: History
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1122- Breaking Free
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 922: Duel
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1121- Black Mist Formation
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 591: Uncle and Nephew (3)
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 217: Stone Paintings
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 295: Twelve People
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1120- Team buff
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 921: Annihilating an Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1119- Drifting Gold Eyes
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 590: Uncle and Nephew (2)
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 18: The Vengeance of the Rats!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 294: New City
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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