The king slowly walked out of the building.
Through this period of self-evolution, the king's height had reached about 1.9 meters, with a sturdy physique, prominent lines, and a restrained explosive force, giving off an intense sense of oppression.
His handsome appearance made it difficult to see that he was the king among the undead. Apart from his golden eyes which seemed non-human, nothing else set him apart from humans.
If a woman who only cares about looks without considering race saw the king, she might exclaim, "I want to bear the king's children."
Often, good looks can break the boundaries of race.
"What's happening?"
Quietly, the chair beneath him moved, almost causing him to stumble. He was still thinking about how to establish authority to punish the chair when he heard the commotion outside.
