The Blood-colored World we were in did not belong to the Spirit Realm or the human world. It was a special space. Within this space, I was the sole master.
"Strange? I was startled the first time too." I smiled faintly and looked at it. "But for dealing with something like you, the God of Slaughter Realm is the best battlefield."
With that, I raised the Eight Tribulation Sword and swung it straight at it.
The dark centipede could not fight back. It shrieked and struggled desperately, but the God of Slaughter Realm did not waver in the slightest.
The Eight Tribulation Sword tore through the dark centipede's body as it struggled violently. But everything was utterly meaningless.
One strike, then two. I swung my sword indifferently. The Hundred Ghosts Night Parade that made up the dark centipede was enduring the most terrifying ordeal imaginable.
Being at someone's mercy, reduced to a fish on a chopping block, was truly an indescribable terror.
The Hundred Ghosts Night Parade had encountered countless powerful foes, and many of them had been unable to resist. Yet it had never felt this powerless before.
The Eight Tribulation Sword kept leaving one wound after another across the dark centipede's body. The dark centipede shrieked, while the Hundred Ghosts Night Parade struggled as well.
Nue shouted, "Please, stop attacking us. If this continues, we'll all die."
"I can spare you, but you have to tell me the truth," I said.
"Fine, no problem." Nue nodded helplessly, then said, "What do you want to know? I'll tell you everything."
"Weren't you sealed in the Netherworld? Why did you come back? Who exactly is backing you from behind the scenes?" I asked.
"We don't know much about that either." Nue spoke helplessly. "After we were sealed into the Netherworld,