Beelzebub seemed to have seen this staff somewhere before, and her emotions rarely became tense. She raised her hand to try to unveil the mask and see King Solomon's face, but before she could touch the mask, Beelzebub unexpectedly heard a faint moan filled with pain.
King Solomon is not dead?
The thought rose in Beelzebub's mind, and without hesitation, she tore off the dust-covered mask. Instantly, an unbearably harsh scream erupted from King Solomon's body.
The extreme wail even affected Beelzebub; she just felt her head go dizzy, as if countless Evil Spirits were roaring and howling.
Amidst the unrestrained mourning, King Solomon released all the suffering he had endured over the years. In the next moment, endless light burst forth from his remains. Before Beelzebub could see his true visage, the light enveloped the throne beneath, the platform, and Beelzebub herself into a rapidly expanding fiery sun.
