His hollow sockets glanced over the other lords, Soul Fire filled with obvious resentment.
"Only when I arrived did I realize, 'Dead Water' had long been stirred up! First, that damned 'Blood Pit Fortress' emanating a strange stench of Order was erected. Now, another big battle? It's absurd! Waste of my time!"
He obviously had no interest in the impending battle, only wanting to return to his undead laboratory.
In the Abyss, liches are naturally all fallen lives.
Although they are also corroded by Chaos, their essence differs vastly from the chaos of demons.
Enchanting Demon Lord Qinla lounged against a smooth Obsidian rock, showcasing a seductive posture enough to drive mortals mad.
Her perfect, breathtakingly curved figure was covered in dark red smooth skin, with giant bat wings lazily folded behind her, tipped with sharp bone spikes.
A slender tail adorned with barbs swayed elegantly.
