Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 20
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 34: New Map! The Underground Sewer and Slime!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 623: Old Friend From Younger Days
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3830: Traversing Through Outer Space
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
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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