C1271 Dark Sorcerer

The Young Demon King collapsed softly in the array formation, and it was impossible to tell whether he was alive or dead.

The Archfiend did not care about his life or death. He could feel the surging energy in his body.

"Is this the power of Chaos? I feel so good."

The Archfiend stretched out his hand, and layers of gray mist appeared on his arm that was originally wrapped in flames.

Then