Liu Zhenhuan squinted his eyes and smiled at the entrance of a cave crowded with majestic figures on the right-side mountain wall. Sitting on the crystal throne, surrounded by powder and rouge, must be none other than His Majesty, the Lich King Paul Newman.
"This guy has a pair of unruly blue eyes." Even from such a distance, Liu Zhenhuan could feel the gaze of this Lich King.
Although his time in the Demon World had not been long, Liu Zhenhuan was certain that this Lich King before him would be the first formidable opponent for the Aegean Continent in the future.
