Chương 880: Cook a Bowl of Egg Fried Rice

The old man was so excited. He was even more excited than the strongest demon king.

He was trapped here for several thousand years. And now, finally, he saw the hope of transcendence. His heart was racing fast.

His dry, thin, white hair fluttered as he dashed ahead everybody else.

When the big doors of the palace opened, a great, straight corridor came into view, which led into the deeper area of the palace.

That area was deep, dark, and mysterious.

The strongest demon king's huge figure slowly moved on the big road. His eyes scanned the place. Every time his feet stomped on the ground, they would shake the ground altogether. 

As they were moving forward, the palace became bigger.

The dome of this palace was very high, and the area had expanded spaciously.

The interior of the palace had greenish, yellowish tones of bronze as if everything was molded out of real bronze.