The Blood Demon looked at Ling Yun with a smile that was not quite a smile. He firmly believed that if the King of Hell was not an idiot, he would definitely join them. After all, with the Demon God appearing in the world, no one could stop him.
If one did not submit to the Demon Race, then there was no need for the King of Hell to exist. The Black Feather Dragon was the strongest.
When that blood-red tentacle of the Blood Demon touched Ling Yun's body, it was instantly scorched, hissing as white smoke poured from it.
"Ah!"
"Speak. How do you want to die?" Ling Yun's voice was icy.
What?
The Blood Demon thought he had heard wrong, but when he saw the killing intent in Ling Yun's eyes growing stronger, he shook his head and laughed.
"What an ignorant fool!"
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Three blood-red tentacles shot forward in succession like deadly blood-colored shadows, letting out a mournful howl as they tore through the air.
The Blood Demon's most formidable weapon was his venomous tentacles.
Whether demon beast or human, anyone entangled by them would find it nearly impossible to break free and would eventually die from the poison.
But facing Ling Yun left him both shocked and tormented.
Whenever the Blood Demon's tentacles touched Ling Yun's body, they were scorched, causing unbearable pain.
"What kind of body do you have? You really make me sick." The Blood Demon glared viciously at Ling Yun.
Ling Yun frowned. "Your Demon Race has gone too far."
All around him, he saw quite a few bones. They clearly belonged to children.
These damned Demon Kings had not even spared children for the sake of the Demon God, the Black Feather Dragon.
The Blood Demon naturally understood what Ling