The Shadowlord steps steadily forward. The atmosphere here is chilling; even for someone like him, it feels incredibly cold. Yet, the deeper he enters, the more inexplicably excited he becomes.
No one knows how long it takes, but this seemingly endless tunnel finally reaches its end. And it is then that he truly sees the Destruction King! A massive Chaos, beyond description, is bound by countless bolts of thunder. The terrifying force of confinement instills in him an immeasurable sense of awe; even a small exposure would make him extremely uncomfortable, let alone such a sight!
He cannot fathom how the Destruction King endures such power. However, it's precisely because of the other's strength that he appears insignificant. "Great Destruction King, I have come to offer you the soul of this saint from the Holy Realm," he gently tosses Qingqiu demon saint into the sky.
