Chapter 5775

On the throne piled up with white bones, the soul of the sect master of the Ten Thousand Souls Demon Sect was like a frozen statue of a demon god.

It’s just that the dark demonic energy surging uncontrollably around his body shows the monstrous anger in his heart.

The demonic energy was like a tentacle with life, wrapping around the armrest of the throne, making a “sizzling” corrosive sound.

The handrails forged from the hard thousand-year-old cold ironwood and the bones of the giant beast were slowly dissolved under the erosion of this demonic energy, dripping with a viscous black liquid.

Inside the hall, the light was dim, and only a few dark green soul lamps swayed, reflecting the panicked faces below.

A group of demon sect elders stood with their hands down, their heads buried deeply, and even their breathing was deliberately suppressed to the lowest point, for fear that the slightest sound would detonate the thunderous fury of the evil god on the throne.

The air was stagnant like ten thousand years of black ice, so heavy that people’s hearts stopped beating.