While some spiders dropped towards him and some crawled down the walls to reach him, King Wrath casually waved his hand towards them.

Such a simple action, but it carried the force to twist the fabric of reality itself.

Everything above him started twisting into something unrecognizable.

First off, the air twisted.

Along with that, the walls on each side of the uppermost part of the staircase twisted so much that spiral cracks appeared on them, and these cracks spread outwards in all directions, signifying the spread of doom.

The uppermost part of the spiral staircase, which was made out of a material a hundred times stronger than iron, twisted so much that they broke apart into sharpness and other rubbish!

All the spiders that jumped at him found their bodies twisting uncontrollably, twisting to the point where they became so deformed that they no longer looked like spiders. Blood, green juices, and white poison gushed out of their bent bodies and splashed on the walls. As it happened in a very short time, the monsters were not even able to sense the danger before it took their life.

The fabric of reality twisted so much that a crack leading to god knows which spot in space appeared.

The ceiling twisted and fell down straight to the wide spatial crack.

By the time the ceiling vanished into the spatial crack, King Wrath had already plunged into the depths of darkness.

Although he stomped on the wall multiple times to increase the speed of his descend, and one could even say that he was moving down at an abnormally fast pace to the point his figure was blinking through the air and leaving behind dozens of afterimages, it still took him a couple of minutes to touch the ground. The spiral staircase was just that deep.

"Thankfully, I didn't take the stairs,"

King Wrath was glad that he had chosen to go against common sense and walk at his own pace. Such was his character. The arrogance of the king was in his born. As far as he knows, wherever he stood was his kingdom. In his kingdom, there was only one rule and only one common sense. The former was him. He was the rule. The latter was whatever he decided to do. In his kingdom, his thoughts and actions were what gave birth to common, and it was ever-changing, just like his thought process.

It also could hide the presence of those on board, meaning it could be flown in dangerous areas.

After reaching the basement of the 16th floor, he found himself standing behind an iron cage. In front of him was a vast hall. It was too dark. King Wrath only managed to make out a few pillars.

"Just what is this place?" He muttered while stepping close to the iron cage, planning to rip it apart using raw strength.

"Hurry up and investigate it!" The excited voice of the demon sounded in his ears.

"What got you so excited that you started spitting out of your mouth? Did you forget that I find that awfully disgusting?" King Wrath said while wiping the spit on the side of his face by using the end part of his sleeve.

The last time it accidentally drooled and got King Wrath's face with its demonic saliva, he punished it with no food for years!

Ancient Demon Admiral hurriedly admitted his mistakes and said, "My bad but I can't help it!"

"I can sense it."

"Sense what?"

It added, "My heart! It is infinitely close to us."

"Okay, keep your mouth shut and wait for me to investigate. I don't want to wipe your saliva off my face once again." King Wrath said, a threatening look flashing across his eyes.

Abhorrent had lost all its pride as its heart was in its sight. It was willing to act like Wrath's golden retriever. Not just that, it was ready to do everything right now. Even if King Wrath told it to bark, it would not hesitate before barking three times! It was willing to endure all sorts of humiliation to get to its heart, even if it meant cursing its ancestor and condemning seven generations of his family to hell!

King Wrath grabbed the iron bars and tried to bend them enough to open up a path.

His hard work was all in vain.

The bars didn't even budge!

Now, King Wrath didn't know what material the owner used to make it, but it sure was durable and sturdy.

"What? When did you get so weak that even breaking apart a mere iron cage became a big task for you?" The demon said in a voice full of disbelief that sounded rather taunting. Although It was still keeping up its obedient-pet act, it wasn't able to help itself when it came to making fun of his damned vessel.

"I was just warming up."

King Wrath grunted and gave his all in pulling the iron cage apart. His muscles swelled up, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the floor, but it still didn't budge.

"Still warming up?" The demon asked tauntingly.

"Heh."

King Wrath's eyes turned red and black.

"Hell's paradise: Memoir of the past."

Tens of thousands of skill scrolls appeared in King Wrath's vision after he chanted that. He immediately chose the darkest one out of them all.

Strength of ten thousand demons that was its name!

Immediately, his size increased, and he became a little giant. Dozens of magical symbols also appeared all over his body.

Rip!

A disturbing sound echoed in the spacious hall as King Wrath pulled the iron cage out of the ground itself and overturned it!

"Good work!"

The demon praised.

King Wrath said nothing to amuse it and walked into the spacious hall. He looked around for a while, but after finding nothing but a few symbols on the pillars, he decided to head towards the center.

Suddenly though, the noise of something scurrying around entered his ears, causing him to come to an immediate halt.

"What's wrong?"

"Did you hear something?"

"No. You did?"

"Yeah, it sounds like we aren't the only ones here."

King Wrath's scrutinizing gaze roamed around the spacious hall in search of whatever the hell was here except for them.