“Why do you think I’m waiting for you here?”

The plains, once probably filled with wild grass and flowers, were now black and rotting due to the demonic energy. There were no signs of life on the barren land.

However, the fact that the land was rotting and dominated by the demon king did not mean that it lacked any remnants of its original vitality.

Somewhere far below the blackened soil remained a persistent and vital spirit that endured the terrible calamity.

“And why haven’t I moved a foot?”

Seon-Hyeok crushed the rotten ground with his feet as he looked towards the Dark Lord.

“Bluffing now doesn’t change the fact that you’re about to die!”

The demon king exclaimed as he unleashed the darkness, uninterested in what his opponent had to say.

Whoosh.

Seon-Hyeok did not falter a bit even as he saw the darkness pouring forth like a waterfall.

“I didn’t think you’d be interested either.”

The dragon’s aura, momentarily pushed back by the darkness, expanded once again.

“You’re too strong now to care about such minor details.”

The powerful darkness was the deadliest poison to living beings, and a terrible disaster in itself.

“And that strength is why you’ll be defeated here today.”

“What nonsense!”

Seon-Hyeok spoke coldly to the...