"The strongest shall receive my legacy!"
Nine enormous blood-red characters radiated an incomparably dazzling crimson glow. Every stroke that formed those characters seemed branded into heaven and earth, emanating boundless killing intent and battle intent.
The instant the stone stele appeared, Xuan Hu and Zhu Hong stared straight at it.
Almost simultaneously, Xuan Hu and Zhu Hong let out miserable screams.
Streams of bloody tears actually flowed from their eyes.
"Careful, those words..."
Startled, even Ye Zhen only dared to examine them cautiously from the corner of his eye, thereby avoiding the impact of the sky-piercing killing intent within those blood-red characters.
Yet the stone stele came quickly and vanished just as quickly.
After only a few breaths, amid rumbling thunderous noise, it sank into the ground and disappeared.
If not for the streams of bloody tears flowing from Xuan Hu and Zhu Hong's eyes, it would have seemed as though it had never appeared at all.
"The strongest receives the legacy... What is this Ancient Demon God trying to do?" Ye Zhen pondered.
"Within the Devil Race, among your human race, and even within our Demon Race, there are methods of raising gu and selecting generals. I think the Ancient Demon God within this Secret Realm intends exactly that.
"After the slaughter, the strongest will obtain this Demon God's legacy!"
"I saw at least a dozen beams of blood light. Does that mean there are at least a dozen different groups like the Winged Demon Clan we encountered earlier?" Ye Zhen asked.
"More or less." Xuan Hu nodded.
"The strongest... There are many ways to interpret that."
A cold smile suddenly appeared at the corner of Ye Zhen's mouth. "In that case, shall we play mantis stalks cicada, oriole waits behind?"
Zhu Hong's eyes lit up. "Old Zhu likes