Mountains and rivers have no memory

This is a world shrouded in darkness.
The spreading Black Fog corrodes every living creature.
The only protection for humanity lies in fire.
But as the dark Epoch approached, the fires slowly extinguished.
Countless strong Kingdoms became dens for Dark Monsters, humans lost contact with each other, and survivors trembled in the faint solitary light.
Until Rod came to this world.
"Damn, what's this cow and horse stuff, is it edible?"
"This Soul, it's delicious."
"As long as the will of fire remains unextinguished, I believe, one day, humanity will once again illuminate this world and burn all spectral vermin to ashes."
"Even if I'm mired in darkness, bearing the Dream Realm, I can still support this world!"
"We've won!"
——
The world is about to fall, the Abyss looms at our side.
And I will raise this Unique flame to light up the world.
Yes, I am the last King of Darkness.
But...
Hello? Anyone, save me.

The Last King Of Darkness

But the speed of flesh and blood gathering was evidently faster than the previous two times. Soon, the Demon Dragon revived again and blocked everyone's path.


The hunters' faces darkened, knowing this was a bad sign.


Atos said in a deep voice, "Brother Rod, we will hold off the Demon Dragon while you take the chance to escape. You must survive and return."


Rod replied gravely, "Don't rush; hold it off, I still have one trick left!"


Staring at the Demon Dragon, his eyes widened as he activated Soul Harvest.


Due to the huge gap in Spiritual Energy between them, the harvest undoubtedly failed.


However, the sensation that returned from the deep made it clear to Rod that, although slim, there was a chance!


Rod shouted, immediately activating "Awakening" and glaring fiercely at the Demon Dragon.


Today I will bankrupt the Void if I must, but I will stare you to death!


Chapter 217: The Ashes of the Demon Dragon_3