For now, Roy knew nothing about this. Even if he had known, he probably would have been utterly confused, because Serlun had definitely been misled. Roy's Demon Wings had been entirely Photoshopped by himself; they had absolutely nothing to do with whether his bloodline was pure. On the contrary, according to the system's assessment, Roy's bloodline was extremely mixed. The system said he possessed at least four different Demon Bloodlines.
At least four meant there could be even more—eight, sixteen, anything was possible! How could a bloodline like that possibly be called pure?
After standing by the pool and watching for a while, Roy finally stepped into it.
The other Lower Demons soaking in the pool and undergoing their quenching process did not interfere with one another. Roy had initially assumed they were simply well-behaved here, but the moment he entered the water, he suddenly realized that was not the case.
The instant he entered the pool, Roy felt an inexplicable sense of dread spread through his entire body!
That fear came from the purple-red liquid. It was incredibly viscous, not water at all, but more like genuine Demon Blood. It also contained immensely powerful energy—energy so vast that every demon who entered the pool felt utterly unable to resist it, and that helplessness transformed into intense fear. That was the real reason all the demons in the pool obediently stayed still.
In the Abyss World, there had always been a legend passed among demons regarding the Quenching Land. According to the legend, the purple-red liquid that filled demons with such terror was actually Demon King Blood! Blood from Demon King-level demons, beings even more powerful and terrifying than Upper Demons and even Demon Lords!
Whether that legend was true or not was impossible to say. But as soon as