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

When Rod saw these words, he couldn't believe his eyes.


He immediately turned his gaze to the Soul Altar and was shocked to find that a large section of the Crystal Wall on the altar had emptied.


Apart from two Great Souls, there wasn't much left.


I killed so many King Ants, Big King Ants, so many strong, very strong souls, didn't I?


Fuming, Rod leaped into the Dream Realm and grabbed the Book of Knowledge urgently, demanding, "What's going on? Have you eaten all the souls?"


The Book of Knowledge answered in hasty and sloppy script, "Is your brain broken? I don't have a star, I don't have an altar, I'm not a monster, how could I eat souls?"


Rod snapped, "Then where are the souls? All those souls of mine?"


Chapter 332: Spirit Realm Strike_2