"How is it possible..."
The Demon Lord's pure white eyes revealed a look of disbelief.
At this moment, the Demon Lord's figure had already transformed.
His long hair had turned white, and slender scales adorned his cheeks.
Huge wings grew from his back, shading the sun, and darkness enveloped the earth.
The cultivation bursting like a storm, approaching the Late-Stage Nascent Soul.
This was what the Demon Lord had always pursued, the power belonging to the Void Abyss.
However, the Five-Colored Light had become the only radiance in this world.
The proud phantom of a five-colored peacock spread its shimmering tail screen, raising its head arrogantly, looking disdainfully at the Demon Lord.
Everyone stared dumbfounded at the sky.
They watched as the ascending phantom of the Demon King quickly wilted.
"Why? Why..."
"What grudge do I have with you?"
