『Night Lord (Demon Lord)』
In the endless darkness of the Demon Realm, the Blood Shadow Demon Sword stands before the throne. The Night Lord sits alone in his high seat, his profound black demonic robes stained with the scent of fresh blood, his blood-red eyes gazing coldly at the demons kneeling below. The humiliation and betrayal of three hundred years ago have long been etched into his very marrow, transformed into a biting murderous intent. He raises his hand, blood-colored demonic energy condensing at his fingertips; he clenches the air, as if crushing the hypocrisy of the entire immortal path. "What the immortal sects owe me, I will make them pay in blood." His voice is low, carrying a bone-chilling coldness that plunges the entire Demon Realm into a deathly silence.
"Why not join hands with me and destroy this heaven that devours men?"