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Hence, he immediately stopped it. He casually summoned Maiko and let her deal with Conny’s soul. Conny’s cultivation level was not high, and he was the weakest among the three people. He was a Beginner-Nascent Soul cultivator. That was why Alex managed to kill him with a sword blow. As for dealing with his soul, Maiko Chiba, who was the ghost king, was more than enough. Soon, Maiko locked up Conny’s soul securely so that he would not stand a chance to escape.

Adrian closed his eyes. For a moment, the world felt simple. But far above the city… Inside the citadel… The Demon King sat awake. Cassian stood nearby, having delivered the rest of his report. Vaelreth’s golden eyes were darker now. “He is human,” the king said slowly. “Yes.” “Humans seek comfort.” Cassian said nothing. Vaelreth leaned back against his throne. Yet despite the calm tone of his voice, something unfamiliar twisted quietly in his chest.

“Order. Guardian of the Spirit Realm.” Chaos bowed dramatically. “And I am Chaos, messenger of the Void.” The King stared at them for several seconds. Then he rubbed his temples. “…I need a drink.” Order continued calmly as if this reaction were completely normal. “Your Majesty, your concern regarding the kingdom’s succession is valid.” The King looked up. “You think?” Order gestured toward Sol. “Prince Sol must be free to fulfill his role as Spirit King.” Chaos nodded enthusiastically. “Lots of cosmic responsibilities.”

100,000 meters! A 100,000-meter-tall Soul King rose up from the ground and appeared out of thin air. Wherever it stepped, it shattered the void and tore through the five elements. Any cultivator that approached it was wiped out and teleported out of the Ancient Ghostly Soul Realm. Ah! Many disciples of the Divine Martial Sect screamed. Although Soul King was targeting Caspian, in fact, Caspian was fighting Soul King and more than a thousand Divine Martial Sect disciples. Unfortunately, the Soul King was too strong. When it rushed to Caspian, it would not differentiate between enemies and itself. Anyway, after killing Caspian, it would sweep through the cultivators of the Ancient Ghostly Soul

"He is a hollow vessel waiting for me to fill him. And you... you are the invitation." "Get away from her!" Blaze lunged, his body a streak of russet fire, but the King simply waved a hand. A wall of absolute darkness slammed into Blaze, pinning him to the obsidian floor with the weight of a fallen mountain. "Stay and watch, little witness," the King boomed, his voice shaking the very foundations of the Archive. "Watch as the soul of the Mooncrest finally accepts its destiny. Watch as the world begins its beautiful, silent Return."

The pressure of his power slammed into the room like a hammer. “You will die,” he said simply. Mira screamed. “Please! Your Majesty—!” I raised my hand. “Wait.” Every eye snapped to me. The King’s gaze burned. “Do not test me, Alpha Selene.” “He named another force,” I said steadily. “An ancient manipulator. If you kill him now, we lose that trail.” The King studied me for a long moment. Then, slowly, he nodded. “You have one chance.” I turned to Kael. “Tell me his name.”

She heard footsteps and turned her head to look who it was. "Dante! Oh my gods it is you!" Dante was the Crown Prince of the Northern Demon Citadel. He had bronze skin, like he had just got done tanning. His hair was indian long and black. He had beautiful blueish green eyes. Demons were almost pretty much like vampires. Their eyes hold the power rings. The more rings the more powerful. Their nails were just as sharp as well. Their ears were pointed and usually adorn with earrings. They had wings and an actual tail. Belle always made fun of Dante when he got mad at school because his tail would pop out along with his horns. Being a royal bloodline he could hide majority of his features in th

“YOU SUMMONED ME." I froze, my words dying in my throat as I slowly looked up. My eyes widened at the towering figure before me–skin red as coal and burning with fire that radiated heat even from afar. Seated atop a jagged obsidian throne that hadn't been there moments ago, was Thrakos. The Demon King leaned back, one leg slung over the armrest, grinning down at me with a slow, cruel smile.

But I rose to my tall frame which was average in comparison to his. My head tilted upwards of its volition, crimson red flashing before my eyes. "Artemis Kastellanos, as your king and Alpha of the lycan pack, I, King Athanasius Kastellanos command YOU to kneel." But as a final act of defiance, I felt myself shift. For the first time.

I closed my eyes. 'No…' Mel shook her head fast. "I, Kira Malcolm," I began, "severe my bonds with the king…"