The Blood God Altar floated beneath the Blood Clan Void Fortress, crimson light enveloping both as though they were echoing one another.
The Darkness Breeds of every race watched the Blood God Clone atop the Blood God Altar with mixed emotions.
In such circumstances, he had actually managed to escape the grasp of that Moth Demon Race Upper Demon Venerable. It was truly unbelievable.
This Blood Clan Blood Child was a little too tenacious.
When the Moth Demon Race Upper Demon Venerable had personally made its move, they had all thought the battle was about to end.
Who could have expected such a dramatic turn of events in the end?
The atmosphere immediately became somewhat strange.
The surroundings were utterly silent.
Neither the Blood Clan Blood Child nor the Moth Demon Race Upper Demon Venerable could do anything to the other for the time being. That was rather awkward.
"Does Demon Lord no longer dare to attack me?" the Blood God Clone broke the silence and asked first.
"..."
The Darkness Breeds were all rather speechless. Was this Blood Clan Blood Child really so eager to die?
He had provoked that Moth Demon Race Upper Demon Venerable again and again. If the other party truly attacked without restraint later, he would not even have a place to cry.
They had no idea that the Blood God Clone wanted to provoke the Moth Demon Race Upper Demon Venerable into making a move.
This hesitant back-and-forth would not do.
If the other party did not attack, how could he keep this act going?
The stage had already been set. The lead could not be absent.
So, they really had not misread things. The Blood God Clone was indeed courting death, at least on the surface.
Setting aside the purpose, the process was