The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 783 - 254: King of the Night

Since it has already been exposed——

It seems there's no need to keep acting!

"You all——"

"Don't think any of you will survive!"

At this moment, he no longer suppressed his power. Enormous power was instantly unleashed, tearing the black robe that concealed his wings and demon horns into shreds, enveloping the entire Black Wind Castle!

The goblins and hell dwarves living nearby were all shaken, and Snick, lying in the carriage waiting for a show, dropped his cigar on the ground, unable to hold it steady.

Terror spread through his entire body, making him tremble uncontrollably, wanting to check his surroundings but unable to move his neck.

Just now... what exactly happened?!

The force of that fear was like glue, sticking to all the joints of his body.

At the same time, the members of Dragon Traveling the World cramped in the alley all felt that terrifying power.

"Oh no! The Boss is going to unleash it!"

"Get ready to——"

The word "attack" hadn't even left their mouths when a ball of purple fire swept through the entire alley like a burst of thunder.

In an instant, dozens of players turned to ashes, not even a trace of bone dust left!

The walls on both sides, too, were left with gaping breaches as if blown by Dragon Breath!

The goblins curled up in the shadows looked blankly at the Fear Demon standing in the flames, unable to make a sound, and their limbs trembling, unable to move.

They had no idea what happened, just in the blink of an eye, their home's wall was gone, and then they couldn't move...

At this very moment, above their heads, the several-story-high building, having lost half of its load-bearing wall, began to tilt towards the alley.

Amidst the goblins' screams, the two buildings collapsed towards the center simultaneously, forming an archway in the rolling dust.

Zakro's figure flickered, and his massively expanded two-meter-tall body already stood dozens of meters away.

The passing guards, terrified, aimed their guns at him, but before they could pull the trigger, they lost everything below their knees, collapsing into a pool of blood with pitiful screams.

Blood spread to his ankles, and Zakro, with a ferocious expression, was completely lost in a bloodlust.

A magic crystal tank charged onto the street but before it could raise its gun to aim near him, a claw whistled by, flipping its turret.

The armor steel mixed with chrome was like paper in front of this guy!

"Die, all of you!" Zakro roared as his sinister gaze fell on the Lord's Mansion not far away, and the fragile barrier shattered into snowflakes just as it touched his sight.

He thought the people from the Truth Department were waiting there, only to find no trace of their annoying scent of death, but instead the smell he found familiar...

Zakro, who was on the brink of madness, paused slightly, then showed a grim smile on his face.

So that's how it is...

"Hahahaha! Luo Yan! You must think you won, right?! Hahahaha! Too naive!!"

It seems the respected mentor still remembers him.

The dead cannot enter the Parliament——

Since he's leaving here anyway, letting that old thing use him once more wouldn't hurt!

Hearing that piercing laughter, Luo Yan's expression subtly changed.

Not entirely because of that guy's strength, nor because of what Zakro said, but because there was a... familiar smell on this guy?

"Madman... how is it possible?!"

This is Demon City!

Right under Demon God Bayeli's nose!

And isn't that thing highly contagious?

Why——

He couldn't fathom it, his mind awash with thoughts, instantly deducing countless possibilities.

And while he was stunned, a decayed coffinboard, slanted in a garbage pile in a dark alley two blocks away from the Lord's Mansion, suddenly revealed a crack, and a wisp of eerie green light floated out from it.

The deep Nether Energy was like a firefly, bringing a glimmer of light to the suffocating darkness.

The goblins nearby awkwardly turned their necks, casting stunned glances at the silent coffin.

This thing...

When was it placed here?

No one knew.

In their impression, what lay there was just a piece of rotten wood that no one cared about.

Just as the goblins were at a loss, the decrepit coffin suddenly exploded with a bang, and heavy door panels flew like a kicked wooden door, sweeping out a flat path from the pile of garbage.

The sound of soft leather shoes hitting the ground echoed, and along with it, a tall, slender figure appeared in the shadow of the coffin.

His face was as pale as jade, with handsome features exuding a cold aura. His slightly disheveled deep purple hair gently swayed in the windless night, brushing over those slowly opening purple eyes, like black clouds passing over a purple moon.

For a moment, the wind stopped.

The night froze the breath.

All around was silence, as if welcoming the king who ruled the night, with no one daring to show even a hint of disrespect.

Zackro, who was laughing wildly, suddenly felt a chill on his back, followed by a bone-chilling cold creeping up from his ankles, silently gripping his wildly beating heart.

Something was hiding in that darkness!

And it was watching him!

Like a frightened beast, he glared viciously at the curtain of night.

Before he could see what it was, a swarm of bats obscured the sky and flew over his head.

"Tsk tsk tsk—"

The sound echoed like the mocking laughter of a grim reaper.

Zackro stumbled back in terror, spreading his wings immediately and without a second's hesitation, turned to flee!

But just as he spread his wings, several blood-red spears descended from the sky, piercing his wings like lightning, pinning him to the ground amidst a chorus of screams!

Zackro howled in pain, twisting to shatter the blood spears pinning his wings, then with a flash, crossed several streets in an attempt to put distance between them, only to land and see a tall figure waiting at the alley entrance ten meters away.

So fast!

This guy might be a Grandmaster!

Who is it?!

Feistin?!

No—

The aura is not that of a Shadow Demon!

More like... Blood Race?!

Zackro's pupils contracted suddenly, the purple flame coursing through his body, with hot breath escaping from beneath his fangs, every nerve stretched tight.

As the sound of those soft leather shoes approached, he finally saw the face in the shadows.

And almost at the same time, a shade of despair was cast over those scarlet eyes.

"You are—"

"Roxey Colin."

The man standing at the end of the alley elegantly removed his gloves, tossing them in front of the shivering Zackro.

"It seems you've used my daughter, perhaps last year."

Gazing at the gloves lying before him, Zackro swallowed hard, speaking in a hoarse voice.

"That was a misunderstanding... She insisted on pulling my child... I really... didn't want to make extra trouble..."

Roxey silently looked at him, then tilted his chin, casting his gaze towards the nearby Lord's Mansion.

"And this? How do you intend to explain?"

"Explain..."

Feeling the weight of the silence pressing down, Zackro gritted his teeth, almost biting them to pieces.

It wasn't just fear.

His heart was filled even more with humiliation!

As a former Family Head of the Dragon family, and an Elder who ruled behind the scenes for a century, even Caesar Colin—the father of this guy—never spoke to him this way, yet this mere youngster dared to leap in front of him!

If not for the delay in cultivation due to studying the Method of Becoming a God, with his soul foundation he would have already broken through the Purple Crystal Level barrier!

"Don't be so arrogant! A newly advanced Grandmaster, do you think I'd be afraid of you?!"

Zackro shouted with false bravado, his facial muscles twitching, trying to overwhelm him with his demeanor.

"Besides... I was helping you! A powerful and ambitious illegitimate child, do you think he will thank you for sparing him? Sooner or later, he will take back everything you owe him! Including your own daughter, your own son... do you think he will let them go?!"

"Be sensible and get out of the way! Besides... Goliath Soren has given his tacit consent, who the hell are you, an heir who hasn't even succeeded yet?!"

Roxey shook his head lightly, looking at the panting Elder Zakeruo as if he were a trapped beast, a rare resoluteness appearing on his hesitant face, like frost silently covering a gentle lake, with warmth hidden beneath the icy surface.

"I am not much."

"I am his father, and that's all."