In the Regency Hall of the royal palace, statues of the Great Demon Clan stood motionless, with only two figures standing on the brown carpet directly in front of the throne.
It was as if this was an art gallery of the Demon World, where the heroic poems of the Demon Race and Blood Clan were carved into the corridor of history.
"McCarthy, you..."
The Fallen Queen stood on the high platform of the throne, her dim silver pupils gradually rippling with luster as she stared dumbfounded at the figure that had awakened first on their Demon Race's side.
Originally, because the Fourth Ancestor could inexplicably use the Sixth Ancestor's "Blood Destruction" power, she had exerted her full strength at all costs to delay the Fourth Ancestor's self-destruction.
Now, the Blood Clan surely hadn't expected that among them, there would also be Demon Race members who were nearly immune to "Falling Gentle Town"!