A deathly aura lingered in the world of darkness. The demonic silhouette on the throne suddenly trembled and he opened his eyes with rage.

“Damn Martial Ancestor!” He howled out before an endless deathly aura swept over that practically covered this entire world, leaving endless beings trembling under fear.

The rage lasted for a long time before the Black Corpse Sky Monarch gradually calmed his head and looked at his left hand, which was now gone.

Deathly aura gushed out and formed into another jet-black hand, but the Black Corpse Sky Monarch’s face was unsightly. He had refined every single inch of his body through countless ages. So even if he could regrow something, the power was certainly not as strong as before.

This would undoubtedly create a flaw in him, and in the future, when he fights, his left hand would be his weak spot…

The Black Corpse Sky Monarch clenched his hand with a cold expression, then he looked in the distant space. It was as if he had seen through space and fixated on the direction of the Martial Ancestor for a long time before he retracted his gaze.

“The Martial Ancestor… is truly formidable.” After restoring his calm, dense fear flashed in the Black Corpse Sky Monarch’s eyes. Although...