Chapter 455 : Ruining The Crown Prince
The stench of the Demonic Realm clawed at his throat, a suffocating miasma of decay. Rotting flesh oozed its putrid essence, mingled with the metallic tang of blood gone bad and the sulfurous bite of tortured souls.
It was a perfume unique to this accursed place, one that clung to the demons like a badge of dishonor, easily marking them from their kin who traversed the Human Realm.
Qiao Wei had been locked in this infernal dungeon for what felt like eons, days blurring into nights under the oppressive darkness. The fetid air was a constant torment, an insidious reminder of the death that swirled around him. Questions, sharp and unanswered, festered in his mind, each unanswered one a fresh stab wound.
His only solace, a fragile ember in the suffocating darkness, was the knowledge that Bai Ling and Huang Taichen remained free. He didn’t know where they were, lost in the vastness of the Human Realm, but their freedom was a sliver of hope, a defiance against the oppressive darkness that threatened to consume him.
He imagined them, weary but determined, searching for a haven, fighting for survival. At least they were breathing clean air, their lungs untainted by the putridness that poisoned him.
One day, someone finally deigned to pay him a visit.
Someone who smelled the worst of them all. The First Demon King.
Months had crawled by since their last confrontation at the Heavenly Realm, yet the ruler of the Demonic Realm seemed unaffected by the passage of time. He sauntered in, filling the room with his imposing presence. His dark horns grazed the ceiling, and his coal-black eyes sparkled with an unnerving amusement. The confident smirk etched across his scarred face was as familiar as the taste of ash, a constant reminder of his ambition -- the subjugation of the Human and Heavenly Realms.
"The First Demon King," Qiao Wei said through gritted teeth.