In the ancient history of underworld, Every child born to an underworld king was known to be a supreme being whose prowess exceeded the realm of so-called geniuses.
As the only child of the last underworld king, Nyx was an individual with no equals. In a mere thousand years, She surpassed the wives of her father or the queens of each race.
Therefore, Nyx had her pride and arrogance. Not only did She want to be queen of the underworld but also the queen of Yang Chen's harem.
Her eyes glazed down at Zhu Jia and the evil spirit. She seemed to think of something and a charismatic smile emerged on her face.
Just then, Zhu Jia raised her head and looked at the woman who stood in front of him.
"Angel…? No…are you a fallen angel…?"
She was amazed to see a fallen angel which she assumed to be a myth. Looking at her breathtaking smile, the anxiety in her heart couldn't be ease. Still, She maintained her guard and looked at Nyx with suspicious eyes.
