Chapter 352

(The previous chapter should have had six demigod believers; this has been corrected. Those who have seen the correct content may ignore this.)

In the gloomy, dark divine realm.

Billowing demonic qi rose from the ground, forming thick, pitch-black clouds in the sky.

Raindrops, each one condensed entirely from demonic power, fell.

Pitter-patter.

In every single drop of rain.

It was as if invisible roars echoed.

Mad, dark, and chilling.

On the ground.

Inside a massive palace.

Cold, ghostly firelight flickered as torches were planted all around the palace.

At the entrance of the Great Hall.

Stood two figures shaped like demonic swords.

Terrifying sharpness radiated from their bodies, their eyes evil and deadly.

These—

Were a very terrifying race among the High Demons.

Evil Sword Demons.

Inside the Great Hall.

A figure sat high above, perfectly still.

Below.

Wilcotes stood cautiously, his face filled with reverence.

Although.

He had waited for several months.

Just to receive an audience.