The hall was luxurious and exquisite. Even the ground was inlaid with crystals. The magnificent hall exuded soft glow that made everyone feel righteous, warm, and filled with the aura of light.
At the front of the hall was a young man dressed in oriental robes. He looked very youthful and almost demonically handsome. His eyes, however, was a faint shade of crimson. He looked breathtaking yet sinister.
"Your Majesty, the Black Gorilla King is dead!"
Below him, an old man with a slender body and hoarse voice reported respectfully.
Who would have thought that in such a dazzling hall filled with the aura of light, the person seated on the throne was Doomsday, a notorious murderer and one of the top rebel army leaders in the Holy City Empire?
"He's dead? Did Farron act personally?"
Doomsday, who was seated on the throne, did not show any fluctuations in his tone. It was as if nothing could rouse his interest.
