In a dark hall with surging darkness, a black mist was circulating, as if it could devour all vitality. It felt grim and cold.

There were layers of black seats within the hall that stretched out. There was a figure on every seat with a black aura engulfing them with a vile power that caused space to tremble.

This hall that contained a terrifying baleful aura was the Myriad Demon Hall.

In the center of it, thirty-two thrones stretched towards the side. There were also figures on those seats and the torrential demonic aura swept from their bodies, forming demonic illusions behind each of them and permeated terrifying pressures.

Under the thirty-two figures’ pressures, the other figures slightly lowered their heads with revere.

There was a figure with surging black flames at the center of them. The demonic flames were as black as ink and emanated a...