Chapter 569: A Guess About The Death Of Shadow Monarch

Baphomet was sitting on a chair in a place that looked like a garden... or rather, in a place that looked like a demonic garden.

The grass in the garden was bright crimson in colour and gave off scorching heat, different colored bushes emitting miasma were growing everywhere, and small birds with three or four heads were chirping on the trees. There was a pool of lava in the middle of the garden and many fishes were swimming in it.

Baphomet took a sip of the demonic dew and admired the scenery around him.

"The sense of beauty of demons is indeed different from others." A tall man who was sitting in front of Baphomet said after taking a look around him. The man had two black horns on his head and his skin was light purple in colour.

"I'll take it as a compliment," Baphomet said, putting down the cup of demonic dew in his hand and resting his chin on his palm.