Who Ambushed Whom

"Is the Immortal Realm preparing to save me? I can call you Master."

The gray rabbit's eyes had turned blood red at some point, brimming with a desire for slaughter. The hedgehog beside him was still screaming, but no one paid attention to him anymore.

Chen Luo withdrew the flames in his hand and took a hammer from the Grotto-heaven Gourd. He had tested it just now. This place was exceedingly wicked—even the light of Spirit Artifacts could not shine into it. Only this Half-Immortal Artifact hammer, refined by the Myriad Stars Gate with the strength of its entire sect, remained unaffected.

Bang!

Golden light flashed, followed by the sound of flesh and bones shattering. The hedgehog's cries for help stopped abruptly. Chen Luo's figure appeared on the other side like a phantom, blood still dripping from the hammer in his hand.

"What does the Immortal Realm mean by this?"

Seeing the hedgehog smashed into pulp by the hammer, the gray rabbit suddenly stopped moving. He looked at Chen Luo across from him and asked in a low voice.

Chen Luo shook the blood from his hammer and said regretfully to the gray rabbit. The hedgehog was dead; now he could finally speak without concern.

"Locked up for five hundred years. What a pity you aren't a monkey."

Otherworldly demons at the level of the gray rabbit and hedgehog could no longer be considered normal life forms. Compared to these two monsters, the 'Otherworldly Demon Thousand Faces,' 'Otherworldly Demon Painting Resentment,' and the rest Chen Luo had encountered before were like children's toys, utterly not on the same level.

They were difficult to kill, and their ways of thinking were twisted. They were products of desire. So long as living beings still had desires, they would not vanish; at most,