In the face of the empty coffin, Wang Lu was silent for a long time before he sighed helplessly.
"Sure enough, it was really a lie."
Before entering the mountain of corpses, Wang Lu had already begun doubting the identity of the demon king in that era, which could be considered as the last demon king.
No matter how amazing the exploits it had made during its reign, there were two problems that could not be denied. First, the Eternal Tree of the demon world collapsed in its term. Secondly, faced with a desperate situation, it had led hundreds of millions of demons to make a choice that was against the common sense of demon race.
For such a leader to have many praising epitaphs, was worth questioning… After all, this kind of thing was not uncommon for Wang Lu.
