The hall of the Dragon's Lair was void of the Black Dragon; instead, there was a humanoid creature wearing a black robe, its face obscured within the hood. In its right hand, it grasped a bone staff resembling a spine, while from the shadow of its hood, two crimson eyes glinted.
"Who exactly are you?" Song Jian asked loudly.
"Weren't you looking for the Black Demon King? I am the Black Demon King here," the humanoid creature across from Song Jian said, its body wreathing with the thick aura of the undead. This aura had condensed into something tangible and kept shifting, revealing faces of tormented, struggling souls emitting silent roars at Song Jian from around its body.
"Black Demon King?" Song Jian was taken aback and couldn't help but ask, "Isn't the Black Demon King a Black Dragon? How could it be you?"
