After passing through the Blackwood Forest, Lively brought Lu Yang to the front of Demon City. There were actually far fewer Demon Race soldiers questioning people here.
No one came forward to ask why Lively had returned with a subordinate. Everyone avoided her, which even surprised Lu Yang.
"I didn't expect the Demon Race to respect you so much," Lu Yang asked curiously.
Lively sneered as she walked. "It's a Demon Race tradition, and also their final bottom line. Otherwise, what would the other demons think?"
"That's true," Lu Yang said.
"We're almost there. Are you sure you can persuade the Blood God?" Lively was doubtful. If he failed, he might draw the Blood God's attention. Once the other demons discovered them, it would be difficult for the two of them to escape.
"Trust me." A smile appeared at the corner of Lu Yang's mouth.
The two continued onward. Before long, they arrived at a stretch of blood-red ground. A deep pit stood there, with crimson flags planted on either side, each bearing a bizarre symbol.
"Lively, what are you doing here?" A dignified voice rang out. The next moment, dozens of Demon Race warriors suddenly appeared around Lu Yang and Lively. The weakest were King Tier, while the strongest was Lord Tier. The one who had spoken was that Lord Tier warrior.
"I came to mourn my husband. Do you have a problem with that?" Lively glared at the Lord Tier warrior and cursed, "Vince, my husband sacrificed his life so that you could come here. How dare you disrespect me?"
"Hmph, trash destined to die from the moment he was born. I don't even respect him, so why should I respect you? This is sacred altar ground. If you don't want to die, get lost," Vince snapped without