The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

The surrounding civilians, low-level soldiers, and even some weak-willed players, felt their hearts racing drastically, hairs standing on end, as if once they fell into this fear, they could never escape!

Feeling the fear penetrating the soul through the device, [Dragon Roaming Wanli] couldn't help but let out a satisfying dragon roar.

"Damn...why does this feel so good?"

Longxing Baili: "???"

Longxing Qianli: "...??"

Zakro stood at the center of the Fear Altar, his aura wildly surging, while his previously disheveled expression turned sharp again.

"Hahahaha...see? This is power, real fear!" His voice echoed hauntingly, like the victory trumpet being blown, "Residents of Black Wind Castle, fear! Tremble! Give me your fear, and I will reshape my strength with it!"

The wounds on his body were rapidly healing, and his declining aura became potent once more!

At this moment, he seemed to be standing on an altar formed by countless people's fears, absorbing their dread of the unknown and the shiver of death, converting it into the purest Dark Energy!

Roxey quietly watched all of this, the corners of his mouth slightly curved upward.

"A nice trick."

However—

"A bit crude."

He softly commented, then extended his palm.

A drop of blood condensed at his fingertip, releasing countless threads, scattering into the air, weaving into a massive blood-red web.

The surrounding air suddenly changed.

Both black and white faded from the world, leaving only scarlet blood!

"Blood Temple—"

"Open!"

...

As soon as the words fell, the temperature on the battlefield plummeted, and a strong blood aura swept over Zakro's Fear Altar like a tide.

Scarlet light covered the entire battlefield in an instant, as if the sky was dyed deep red, like a towering palace rising from the ground, engulfing this hasty ritual entirely!

The purple flames that originally engulfed the goblin community began a terrifying decay under the influence of the Blood Temple. Those flames, burning with Fear Energy, were drained of vitality the moment they touched the blood aura, rapidly losing color and withering, finally turning into pools of red liquid, becoming nourishment for the continued growth of the Blood Temple.

Looking around, Zakro's expression shifted from ecstatic to disbelief.

"What... is this?!!"

He turned sharply, staring fixedly at the blood-red temple where Roxey stood at the center.

Blood mist churned beneath his feet, as if an endless abyss was writhing.

This guy has awakened Domain powers too?!

How could this be possible?!

Could it be—

He has already broken through the Grandmaster's bottleneck?!

But how could this be possible?!

While the Soul Level of a Grandmaster might still be naturally attainable, reaching further requires some fortuitous encounters.

Like being the Divine Chosen of a Demon God, or through certain rituals or divine artifacts, this varies for each family.

Take the Colin family as an example, only inheriting the title of Prince of the Colin Duchy can become Hell's only Vampire Prince, and once the title is relinquished to enter the Council of Elders as an Elder, one's strength will wane back to pre-title inheritance levels within ten or dozens of years. Generally, this is at the Grandmaster level, but occasionally it might be at the Purple Crystal level, since only gods can see the Soul Level, mortals can only guess based on their intuition.

Or change professions to a Witch Demon, using evil rituals to devour others' souls. Or become a Demon God's Divine Chosen, breaking one's limits through means beyond the title... but generally speaking, Demon Gods would not arrange the Divine Chosen status for members of the Colin family. After all, their surname is already legendary, and the Demon God has no reason to assign them more historical missions unless the Demon God wishes to replace himself.

And precisely because of this, it's almost impossible for a family to have two demigods, unless there's an extreme coincidence, like a power transition, or coinciding with a special historical cycle.

However, looking at Roxey's Domain, Zakro was dumbfounded, losing his words for a moment.

It couldn't be wrong—

That unmistakable power of Domain!

Zakro's heart pounded violently.

He could feel, enveloping this space wasn't just a blood-red mist, but a Purgatory continually extracting life and blood!

Roxey's Blood Temple not only devoured his Fear Altar, but also, in an unimaginable way, reverse-deprived the Fear Energy he had just absorbed, withdrawing it from his body and converting it into his own strength!

"I guess, you're wondering if I broke through again... right?" Seemingly seeing through his thoughts, Roxey chuckled lightly and said, "It's actually not so mystic, the research on rule strength isn't solely in the Dragon family; we also have our research, passed down through our bloodline generation by generation, instead of clinging to it in our own hands... of course, I'm not mocking you."

Though that said, his voice carried an obvious sarcasm.

Zakro's face turned ashen, gritting his teeth, his voice finally carrying sheer terror.

"What... what kind of monster are you?"

Roxey didn't answer, he simply walked toward Zakro silently.

With every step he took, the blood mist grew denser, suppressing Zakro's Purple Flames, consuming all his escape routes.

And the imprint of the Blood Temple had long laid heavily in the depths of Zakro's blood vessels, like a withered hand clutching his heart.