What? You opened a resort on the battlefield of all races?

Meanwhile, at the deepest part of the abyss.

A palace filled with demonic energy floats in the void.

There is no sky, no earth, and no wind here.

Only layers of pitch-black, almost solidified demonic energy, like silt in a swamp, slowly surged, swallowing all light and all sound.

Chaos, destruction, nothingness, darkness, death...

Countless terrifying laws were densely coiled around the palace, like endless black pythons silently swimming in the void.

Occasionally, when laws collide, they explode into concentric ripples, instantly crushing the surrounding floating rubble, debris, and even the bones of some unknown creatures into powder finer than dust.

Deep within the palace, a throne stands silently.

The throne was magnificent, with iridescent lights flowing around it from who-knows-where, completely out of place with the dark surroundings of the palace.

Just then.

A streak of black and red light suddenly tore through the void.

"Whoosh—"

The streak of light pierced through layers of demonic energy, slicing through countless chains of laws, and shot towards the depths of the palace.

next moment.

The black and red light stopped before the throne.

The light dissipated.

A small, black and red crown floated silently in mid-air.

"This is……"

Below the throne, dozens of demon kings stood on both sides.

They were either as tall as mountains, or as thin as shadows, or their bodies were wreathed in black flames, or they had long tails formed from countless remnants of souls trailing behind them.

The aura emanating from each figure was enough to shatter the minds of ordinary Dao Fusion Realm experts.

But when they saw the small crown, the atmosphere in the palace paused for a very brief moment.

A demon king suddenly raised his head.

He was tall and muscular, with skin like black iron that had been repeatedly drenched in blood.

He rode a mount that looked like a rhinoceros, its body covered in thick scales, with a single, menacing horn on its forehead and a dragon's tail covered in barbs.

He stared at the crown, his voice booming and echoing throughout the palace.

"Is this... Aro's Demon King's Crown?"

"Has Aro fallen?"

On the other side, a demon king with an extremely slender figure slowly poked his head out.

His entire body resembled a forcibly elongated black shadow, with frighteningly thin limbs and silver-white bone blades hanging from his fingertips, with strands of still-dried black blood clinging between them.

He glanced at the Demon King's Crown, his voice light and airy, like a cold breeze seeping out from a crack in the wall.

"Demon Emperor, how could there be anything on the battlefield of all races that could threaten Aro?"

"Was it one of those hidden, self-proclaimed superior races, or did the old humans personally intervene?"

Before he could finish speaking, another demon king let out a piercing, eerie laugh.

The demon king's body was hidden in a swirling black mist, from beneath which emerged countless segmented legs, resembling a centipede magnified countless times. On each segment of its carapace was a human face that looked both crying and laughing.

"Hahahahaha!"

"That guy, Aro, he's full of schemes and tricks, I never thought he'd end up like this!"

"He always acts like a master strategist from the depths of despair, but what's the result?"

"Those with longer brains die faster than others."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The laughter of several demon kings echoed within the palace.

There was no sadness whatsoever.

For them, the death of a colleague seemed to be nothing more than a topic of conversation after dinner, or even a rather amusing incident.

until--

On the throne, the previously silent, motionless mass of black mist suddenly stirred.

In an instant.

All the laughter stopped abruptly.

The black mist slowly rose, transforming into a gigantic hand with long, slender fingers, its power of laws trembling.

That hand gently grasped the Demon King's Crown in mid-air.

"snort."

A cold snort came from behind.

The voice wasn't loud, and it even sounded rather emotionless.

But the moment that cold snort rang out, the entire palace seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, and all the demon kings' hearts clenched violently at the same time.

next moment.

The giant black mist hand clenched suddenly.

"Click."

A soft sound.

The tiny Demon King's Crown was instantly reduced to dust by that giant hand.

Black and red powder fell from between the fingers and landed on the dark crystal floor.

The palace was deathly silent.

All the demon kings' pupils dilated simultaneously.

The centipede demon king, who had been laughing the most arrogantly just moments before, suddenly shut its mouths, revealing the human faces on its carapace.

The Blood Knight Demon King, riding a rhinoceros with a scaled dragon tail, tightened his grip on the reins.

The mount was in pain, but it didn't dare to utter a single growl. It could only lower its massive body little by little.

The eerie green flames inside the Bone Demon King's chest cavity trembled wildly, and the tiny eyes within them all closed in unison, not daring to look any further.

"Demon Emperor, this..."

A demon king's voice spoke, dry and hoarse.

But he couldn't finish his sentence.

Because they all understood what that meant.

They are not afraid of death.

As demon lords of the abyss, as long as the crown of the demon lord remains and the laws of the abyss have not been completely severed, they can be reborn by borrowing the power of the abyss.

But now.

Aro's Demon King Crown was crushed by the Demon Emperor himself.

That means that Aro no longer has a chance to be reborn.

From this moment on, among the seventy-two demon kings of the abyss, the one named Aro will disappear forever.

The black mist on the throne slowly churned, and the voice rang out again.

"I don't care about your fighting, your life or death."

As the voice faded, the demon kings on both sides of the palace lowered their heads simultaneously.

"But if we face these despicable natives, defeat—"

The black fog suddenly deepened.

The laws governing the entire palace seemed to kneel down in that instant.

"Then disappear forever."

Just a few words.

There was no roar, no howl, yet it silenced all the demon kings.

They suddenly realized that Aro's fall was not the most terrible thing.

The scariest thing is——

The Demon Emperor does not allow failure.

The next one to be crushed might be one of them.

"I obey the Demon Emperor's decree!"

Dozens of demon kings bowed down simultaneously, their voices ringing out as if from a single person.

A moment later, the Blood Knight Demon King cautiously raised his head.

"However, Your Majesty, the position of Demon King is vacant. I will have someone fill it immediately..."

"No need."

Demonic energy surged upon the throne.

The palace gates swung open with a roar.

The darkness outside receded to both sides like a tide, and a figure cautiously walked in.

He kept his head down and walked very slowly.

His enormous wings were tucked behind him, and the bone spikes at the tips of his wings, familiar to all the students of Cangyun Academy, proved his identity as a member of the Thorn Feather Clan.

But at this moment, he was completely different from the ordinary Thorn Feather Clan.

The wings, which were originally rough and ugly, like fleshy membranes forcibly stretched open, are now covered with a layer of dark gold fine lines.

The bone spurs were no longer pale white, but gleamed with a cold, blood-gold light.

On his chest, a ball of brilliant golden light beat like a heart, and with each beat, tiny blood-red veins would appear on the scales on his body.

That originally ferocious and cruel face miraculously became somewhat handsome. At least it no longer made him look like a vicious villain at first glance.

The power of the Blood Elf Heart was burning within him.

"Gregor, King of the Thornfeather Clan."

"Greetings, Demon Emperor!"