The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

His fists clenched tightly, the Purple Flames erupted wildly around him, attempting to unleash more Fear Energy, breaking through the Blood Realm's constraints.

However, Roxey merely raised his right hand slowly, the blood mist in his palm condensed into a crystalline Blood Crystal Sword, and then he swung it cleanly and decisively!

"Break."

The Blood Blade flashed and disappeared, and the Purple Flame claws shattered in response, scattering into countless fragments!

Zakro's body jerked violently, his chest hit by a powerful force, his entire person like a cut kite flying out, crashing heavily against the wall of the ruins.

"Boom!!"

The wall collapsed with a thunderous noise, rubble scattering everywhere, burying him completely beneath the dust!

The dust swirled, engulfing the whole street, like it had been washed over by cannonballs.

Roxey lightly furrowed his brows.

Since the victory was too easy, he couldn't help but suspect that this guy might be hiding something, so he paused his steps forward.

But when he saw Zakro struggling to crawl out of the rubble, panting heavily, he couldn't help but doubt his own intuition—

Was he being too cautious?

At this moment, Zack's face was frighteningly pale, cold sweat seeping from his forehead, his hands tightly gripping the ground, fingernails deeply embedded in the charred earth. The Purple Flames entwining him were no longer as violent as before, flickering dimly and weakly, almost like an oil lamp running dry.

It was evident—

He was completely no match for this guy!

This harsh truth struck Zakro's heart like a sharp dagger, leaving no room for doubt.

Adjusting his breath, he gradually steadied himself amidst the ruins, his eyes mingling with terror and despair, along with venom and anger.

These myriad complex emotions intertwined, suddenly morphing into a raucous laughter, erupting from his chest.

"Haha... Hahaha... Very well! Your power is strong, truly worthy of being the next Family Head of the Colin family, but—you're afraid you haven't mastered the power of the Domain yet!"

"Oh?" Roxey raised an eyebrow nonchalantly, watching him with interest, "Have you mastered it?"

"To be honest... Although I have neglected my cultivation, I haven't stopped my research on the Rule Power in the past century. Hehe, if we old ones didn't have some foundation, wouldn't we be outclassed by you youngsters."

Zakro's face bore a morbid smile, coughing once, fresh blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, as he woefully continued.

"Since you want to witness it... then I'll let you see my true trump card."

Rules are the Domain of the Divine.

Mortals can never touch them in their lifetime!

Only demigods can create limited rules within a small world, and these limited rules are the Domain Power!

As his words fell, the air around suddenly turned sinister, purple flames entangled around him continually flowing, as if summoning some dreadful power!

Roxey's expression turned thoughtful, his serious demeanor seemingly becoming more earnest.

Yet he still refrained from making rash moves, instead quietly observing the flow of Magic Power, analyzing its changes.

In this respect, Roxey felt Luo Yan was much like himself, preferring to use his intellect over brute force, never acting without full assurance. Conversely, Vivian was more like her father Caesar Colin, favoring to charge ahead impulsively rather than think deeply, nothing like him.

Of course, in terms of emotions the two children seemed to be the opposite.

Roxey always felt his son's popularity with the opposite sex was excessive, much like his father in his youth, while Vivian was more extreme than him in matters of affection, her arrogant nature and explosive temper already instilling fear in everyone, only recently having become a bit sensible, knowing how to hold back.

Regarding this matter, he was quite grateful to Luo Yan for not transferring his hatred onto her but instead using love to transform her.

In the moment he was distracted, Zakro seemed to finally complete his preparations.

The increasingly dense Purple Flames gradually turned into dark brown, erupting from within him, instantly enveloping the entire ruins!

His hand suddenly pressed on the ground, a chillingly terrifying fluctuation spread, black runes emerged from his fingertips, the glow coagulating into the Barrier's pattern in the air, rapidly spreading along unfolded wings across the entire battlefield!

"Release the Altar of Terror—descend!"

"In my Kingdom!!!"

Bang——!

The Purple Flames instantly swept across the night sky of Black Wind Castle, rising from the goblin community ruins, distorted flames burning in the Void, the surrounding air seemed to grow heavy, carrying an unsettling murmur that echoed incessantly.

The residents of Black Wind Castle felt an intangible chill, a deep-rooted fear emanating from their souls.

All those hiding in the ruins goblins, workers fleeing in shock, even players watching from afar, everyone was enveloped by an eerie Spirit pressure, with fear in their hearts seeming to magnify infinitely, eroding their sanity!

A Hell Dwarf craftsman observing the battle suddenly found his eyes dazed, legs weak, trembling as he knelt to the ground.

Watching the Purple Flames burning around, his gaze filled with irrepressible terror, mumbling to himself, then suddenly screaming.

"No... Don't come closer... Ahhh!!!"

It's not just him!