Scorching thick smoke.
Feeble wails of agony.
And the blood-soaked labyrinth corridors!
Without a doubt—
This place was simply hell!
Looking at the sewer corridor filled with dismembered limbs, Alakdo felt a thrill of pleasure amidst his immense relief!
Luckily, I made the most most most correct decision at that time—submitting myself at the feet of Lord Demon King.
Otherwise, the fate of the dragonkind and humans today, would be that of the Weaving Shadow Nest tomorrow!
Worthy of Lord Demon King—
He was terrifyingly powerful!
"Lord Demon King, we have arrived."
Alakdo was prostrating, his voice deep and hoarse, filled with respect and humility.
Sitting atop this giant spider, Luo Yan nodded without anger but with inherent majesty, then continued to gaze steadfastly forward.
In the corridor behind him, crammed were over four hundred skeleton spider cavalry and a thousand "diggers," their creaking noises and buzzing sounds causing an earth-shattering din!
