What Was Real, What Was Fake

Chen Yi swept his gaze around. He had not expected that nearly all the strongest people on this planet had gathered here—and were already fighting.

Something was strange.

The pupils of everyone else present shrank slightly.

He had grown stronger again.

Even Luticia, who was not skilled at sensing, could feel the danger radiating from Chen Yi.

Chen Yi ignored them.

With a casual wave of his hand, hundreds of streams of Blood of Slaughter flew out.

He had come for the Blood of Slaughter.

The current quantity and quality of the Blood of Slaughter were still insufficient. To completely weaponize this body, Chen Yi needed far more.

But all the Blood of Slaughter was intercepted.

It was not the elves who had acted.

It was these Demons and Luticia.

Guan Pearson advised, "Jialeng, Caroline has taken a liking to these elves. Why not give us some face and find other prey?"

Caroline chuckled and licked her red lips.

"Yeah, these elves are my prey."

As she spoke, she blew Luticia a kiss. "Of course, if dear Luticia feels lonely, you can come find your little sister too~"

Luticia said nothing.

The situation was already complicated enough. Naturally, one less opponent was better.

Facing their explanation, Chen Yi's lips curved slightly, and he stopped attacking.

They were all old foxes. Who were they trying to fool?

The only thing worth such concern from both sides should be the Demon Library.

He did not need it, but he could still stir up some trouble.

The place fell silent once more.

At that moment, Shachen—Chou Zhongsheng—spoke. "Who has the World Heart?"

Bersalia took out a ring. "This world's World Heart is shattered. This is one part of it. Help me with something, and I'll give it to you."

Chou Zhongsheng fell silent