Binding to the nation's destiny: Start by choosing the underworld, where a hundred ghosts parad

His pupils contracted slightly.

That person has two identical faces.

The two figures were firmly stuck together.

The face on the left looks like a fierce god.

Fierce and malevolent.

The face on the right is all smiles.

It brings joy.

And the moment he appeared.

It was an aura of malevolence that seemed almost tangible.

Yet it continues to spread.

Night owls!!!

According to legend.

One of the most terrifying evil spirits.

Even the underworld would find it difficult to easily sway these twin evil spirits.

No joy without bloodshed, no pleasure without killing.

In the legendary era.

Countless lives were lost at their hands.

Mountains of corpses and seas of blood, heads everywhere.

It is because of them that we were born into this world.

Later, the procession continued until it was cloudy.

They were subdued and intimidated at a glance.

He submitted to the underworld and became a night-roaming god.

In broad daylight.

Ghostly figures walk in the night.

Night-roaming deities are responsible for slaying ghosts at night.

Fight evil with evil, and poison with poison.

Its previous incarnation was a demon with the most intense bloodlust!

Only the Emperor of the Underworld could make him submit and serve.

"How dare you! You actually dare to offend the might of Fengdu!"

"You shall descend to the eighteenth level of hell and suffer endless torment!!!"

Both faces opened their mouths at the same time.

A sense of compassion.

A wave of extreme malevolence.

The Angry Demon King watched the figure of the Night Wanderer.

I felt inexplicably dazed.

It was as if I had seen this strange guy before.

A nameless sense of fear.

It rose in his heart.

However, he was soon engulfed by endless anger.

"The Underworld!!! That ancient existence!!"

"She should just stay asleep forever!!!"

He roared.

His entire body was engulfed in boiling demonic flames.

Make a fist with one hand.

Suddenly, he exerted force with his feet.

bass! ! !

Wherever it passed, bursts of demonic flames continuously appeared in the void.

Ignite nothingness.

The Night Wanderer tilted his head as he watched the approaching Angry Demon King.

Raise one hand.

Suddenly, a surge of yin energy appeared.

Splash!

A giant steel fork rose into the air.

He thrust straight at the source of the anger.

Waaaaah!!

With a single, powerful blow.

It sounded like countless evil spirits were wailing softly all around.

A rich aura of blood swept through the area once again.

boom! !

Click click click!!

His angry fist was wreathed in flames.

It collided with the yin energy.

boom!

next moment.

An angry and bizarre discovery.

That guy who claims to have a god too.

It actually possesses power comparable to his own.

“A bound demon dares to lay a hand on me, the god!” Night Wanderer suddenly exclaimed with delight.

The other arm suddenly rose.

A large sword was thrust out.

Slashing towards the head of the wrathful demon king.

"We must not make enemies!"

The Angry Demon King sensed that the power emanating from the longsword was enough to injure him.

The figure suddenly retreated.

Everything that just happened happened in the blink of an eye.

"My power is being suppressed again!!" Can anger be felt? The yin energy emanating from the opponent can weaken one's own power.

In other words.

His power was born from purgatory.

It is far inferior to the so-called underworld he speaks of.

His power is now bound.

The price he paid for taking action against Li Mo was...

It means that only one-tenth of the power can be used.

I thought dealing with Li Mo would be enough.

But with the appearance of the Night Wanderer.

Anger knows.

This battle is unlikely to be easy.

Having become a demon king and lived for ten thousand years, anger is certainly not something a fool would do.

He realized that the power emanating from his opponent was not something he could easily destroy.

That was a form of oppression stemming from class.

With my current strength, I'm afraid I might not be able to kill it easily.

and.

An angry gaze swept past Li Mo almost imperceptibly from behind.

Only by facing the City of the Unjustly Dead could he feel the power it held.

Those two figures, one in black and one in white, possessed terrifying power.

The chains also carried a sense of restraint.

The general holding a long spear.

It's not simple.

Jealousy had never told him any of this.

"Jealousy! You're plotting against me!!"

Anger instantly made him realize what was happening.