"This Lord has finally succeeded in condensing a demonic body of flesh and blood! Even though this demonic body is somewhat weak, it is sufficient to break the situation, Senluo! You have helped this Lord greatly."
He suddenly looked up, gazing into the dense, dark mist above where the colossal form of Senluo's true self loomed. A faint murderous aura diffused from his blood-red eyes, his hair moving without wind like that of a descending Demon God.
From within the black mist, a suffocating breath and Divine Thought transmitted.
The murderous look in the Demon Lord's blood-red eyes slightly subsided, turning instead to a gentle softness that was hard to describe, and his tone also softened considerably as he suddenly spoke lightly.
"Rest assured, this Lord promised to send you back to the Nether Spring after this battle, and it will be done! Even if this Lord cannot achieve it, he will fulfill it... This is his lifelong wish!"
He?
And who might he be?
