You Really Can't Make It Without Some Skill! Were These Gluttony Race Demon Venerables Really Such Suckers? Speculation!

After all that, he had gotten nothing but the sentence: Just use the Nightmare Devourer Egg to control it!

Didn't it fucking know to use the Nightmare Devourer Egg to control it?

Without the Nightmare Devourer Egg, it could not even control the Nightmare Devourer Demon Body, yet it was telling the Blood Clan Blood Child this.

The Gluttony Race Upper Demon Venerable took several deep breaths and forcibly calmed itself down. It knew this Blood Clan Blood Child was deliberately messing with it.

Perhaps what they had done to him earlier had left him somewhat displeased.

It seemed this fellow was extremely petty!

The moment he had a grievance, he wanted to repay it at once.

It suddenly regretted having offended him earlier.

Since it wanted the Blood Clan Blood Child's help, it should have shown some sincerity. It had wanted to bully an Intermediate Demon Emperor Level junior, only to kick an iron plate. Wasn't that exactly what it deserved?

Of course, the Gluttony Race Upper Demon Venerable regretted it only briefly before recovering. Hatred welled up in its heart again.

What the hell was this Blood Clan Blood Child, daring to toy with it like this?

He was simply courting death!

It made up its mind that someday, it would properly deal with this Blood Clan Blood Child and let him know the consequences of offending an Upper Demon Venerable Level existence.

It had to be admitted that the Blood God Clone was quite something when it came to infuriating people. In an instant, he had made two Gluttony Race Demon Venerables hate him to the bone. You really could not make it without some skill.

But even if he knew, he would not care.

If he cared, he would not have offended them in the first