Refining a Ghost King!

"Slurp!"

In the entire dark world, only the sound of greedy devouring could be heard. There was no other movement. The pure-blooded Monster King who was hiding in the darkness heaved a sigh of relief, but it also made him feel quite angry.

After all, at the peak of the pure-blooded demon king, he wouldn't be afraid even if several generations of demon kings attacked him together, let alone the first generation demon king. Why would he need to hide like this?

"Damn Rong Mo!" The pure-blooded Monster King hated Rong Mo all the time. This hatred didn't weaken with the passage of time. Instead, it became stronger because of Rong Mo's downfall.

However ...

"Hmm?" While the pure-blooded demon king was furious, he vaguely sensed that a power that he felt very familiar with was slowly spreading out from the ground!