Just as Li Chen absorbed the last magic pattern, a soft 'hmm' sounded within a dim palace.
"My curse has been lifted? Who could have done this? Is there anyone in this world strong enough to lift my curse?" Beneath the robe, a handsome face was revealed.
As the Demon King of the Demon Clan, his appearance reached a level that any race would bow to.
Though he bore the appearance of the Human Race, the kind of 'beauty' seeming to come from the deepest layers was impossible for any race to ignore; no matter their aesthetic, no one could say he was 'not good-looking.'
Because his beauty was no longer just about appearance.
Gazing at the crack in the distance, the Demon King's throne had unknowingly shifted its direction, facing the great door beyond.
And now, this great door was wide open; in the chaos beyond the door, a black rift was continuously expanding.
