A ten-thousand-foot Nether-Void Demon Monarch thrashing in agony is not a subtle spectacle.
Deep within the underground vault of the Jiuzhou World Core, Demon Monarch Mo Sha had fully forgotten his ancient heritage, his sky conquests, and his ancient pride.
He was rolling on the glass-fused dark rock floor like a rabid stray hound that had swallowed a burning briquette of hard coal.
BOOM!
CRASH!
The demon’s titanic shadow body slammed wildly into the eastern fault line, pulverizing three hundred yards of solid granite into powdery white dust.
BOOM!
He whipped around and hurled his torso against the western bedrock wall. That left a massive, spiderwebbed crater seventy feet deep. Stalactites the size of cathedral spires snapped from the ceiling, plummeting into the deep pit below like falling stone javelins.
