"I must commend you for lasting as long as you have. However, resistance is futile in my presence," the king said in a voice that had an androgynous quality.

They couldn’t discern if this person was truly the king. Despite having the king’s face, the figure before them had a monstrous and horrifying body.

"What's going on?"

According to Adrian, the king was dead. Why was he appearing before them now, and in such a grotesque form?

A powerful dark energy emanated from the king as he said, "Greetings, my subjects. You are the citizens of Silver Peak Island, so where do you think you're going?"

The malevolence in the air shrouded the entire area, making it difficult for the people to breathe. Some weaker individuals instantly died, while others succumbed to the pressure and fell to their knees. The souls and blood of those who died flowed into the king and became a part of him.

The king's face twisted into a grotesque expression, and an overwhelmingly powerful force erupted. "Tsk, ts