"Please, Lord Zalroth, have mercy! In this endless demonic realm, we'll be devoured sooner or later!"
"Lord Zalroth, we beg you, spare us!"
The demonic cultivators couldn't wait another second. The overwhelming fear had nearly consumed them, and they shouted with all their might, hoping Zalroth would show them mercy.
But Zalroth didn't seem to care about them at all.
Because right now, the only person in his eyes was Timothy.
Whoosh.
A wave of black mist swept through, engulfing not only the demonic cultivators but Timothy as well.
Anyone caught in the mist would be trapped in a series of domains.
Within those domains, countless lifelike chess pieces appeared.
Some transformed into loved ones being slaughtered, others into friends coldly betraying them...
Each of Zalroth's pieces would push the trapped souls further into despair, until they were completely consumed.
