In the dim room, the roaring demon's only remaining eye was webbed with blood vessels... Blood-red light slowly welled up from the depths of its eye.
Because of the struggle, the wounds caused by the pipa locks kept gushing blood.
Like an evil ghost.
Mo Mo instinctively took half a step back.
Before he had descended the mountain, his master, Daoist Changhe, had told him that this world held not only beautiful things, but also evil and filthy existences beyond anything he could imagine.
"You're afraid! You stepped back!!" The battered demon snarled with a vicious grin. "You're ashamed of what you've done! You hesitated... You hesitated!"
Mo Mo lowered his head and quietly listened to the other party's mockery. Only after a long while, when the other party seemed to have grown tired and stopped after gasping heavily, did he say quietly, "Once, a senior told me that the coldest thing in this world was the human heart... but the warmest thing was also the human heart."
The battered demon continued panting. The blood-red color had not faded from its eyes. That fixed stare seemed to be its only weapon now—sharp, piercing, terrifying, and frenzied... frenzied and fearless.
Mo Mo drew a deep breath, raised his head, and met its gaze. "I believe those words apply equally to the demon race and the Daoist sect... Although this world hides darkness and filth, there is far more peace and tranquility. Most people muddle through their entire lives without harboring much malice. You can say they accomplish nothing, but you can also say they live quietly... They have families, nations, laws, and morality. In the end, good still outweighs evil. I can understand your hatred, but I cannot accept what you did... I cannot accept your decision to sacrifice millions of