The decaying king trembled in fear. "I was mistaken. I was blinded by a moment of greed! Please, let me go this once. I'll be a servant for the king of chaos in the future, please!"

"I don't need a disobedient dog." The ink-black man's voice was curt.

With an ear-splitting screech, the decaying king's pitch-black brain was turned to ash. The ink-black man sucked up the remnants of that ash into his sleeve as the skies rumbled, and a rain of blood fell over the world of black rain.

Zhang Lie sheathed Guicang and Hanguang, asking dubiously, "That wasn't all just an act, was it?"

Nightdemon asked, "What do you mean?"

"Could it be...