The throne is not large, only about a hundred meters tall, with a mass of indescribable rotten flesh slumped upon it. Amid the network of countless pipes and purple void coral, one can vaguely discern a humanoid outline.
However, unlike the previous eight Void Knights, the presence on the throne exerted a pressure on Li Aozi akin to a mountain. Just being near it made resistance seem almost insurmountable, and quelling any thought of defiance in his heart.
This is the 'King.'
Li Aozi slowly walked forward, lifting the nine Knights of the High Table masks he had collected. The void's force quickly took over, and the masks rapidly spun, melted, and overlapped in the purple radiance, finally merging into a dragon-faced mask that gently descended onto the 'King's' face. Tiny purple tendrils eagerly reached out, pulling it seamlessly into place.
The next moment, a tremendous sound reverberated through the entire hall.
Buzzing......
