บท 620: Chapter 580: Hyperion's Answer Is…

Lanci still leaned casually in his seat, watching the brilliant lights on the high platform of Naikarisu's royal palace spark, extinguish, and then ignite again.

The royal palace that had suddenly boiled over with excitement finally allowed all the hearts of the Demon Race nobility to relax.

They were all cries of victory, resurgence, and hope.

This game, which had nearly been lost, received a desperate counterattack, and their excited hearts were tremendously moved.

The Great Demon Clan felt fortunate that in the Demon World there truly existed an epic artist capable of rivaling the tenth ancestor of the Blood Clan.

Who would have thought that the final painting of the Demon Race would outdo all the others!

"Oh."

The tenth ancestor Ulysses's previously calm gaze was momentarily captured by this painting.

He did not feel much disappointment or defeat, but rather, he was intrigued.