Distant place.
On top of Flying Ship traveling at top speed.
Black opened his eyes and heard a knock on the door that was heavier than the previous one.
There is also the anxious voice of Andre.
"Black Brothers, what's wrong with you?!"
Not bad.
Clone is currently in a separate training room on Flying Ship, and the matter of his soul leaving the body should not have been discovered before.
Open the door.
Andre's hand that was about to slam the door paused in mid-air, but a surprised smile appeared on his face.
"Black Brothers, are you okay?! Great, Blood Demon God Lord asked me to come find you, but you never opened the door, which makes me anxious."
Andre only found out after getting on Flying Ship that both Succubus God and Undead Demon God had died, and Blood Demon God Lord also seemed to have been severely damaged.
The so-called going to Demon Race Ancestral Land is more like an escape?
Therefore, Black asked Blood Demon God to take Andre with him, not just as an errand boy, but to save his life!
Black, what a good brother.
Andre Lower your voice.
"Brother, Blood Demon God Lord looks bad, be careful."
"Thanks, brother."
Black nodded and walked towards Flying Ship Top Floor.
Blood Demon God Bradwell was leaning on Fresh Blood Throne, his face pale and his expression even more sinister.
"Why did you come?"
The voice was hoarse, with undisguised impatience and irritability.
Not long ago, Bradwell suddenly felt restless and restless, as if something bad was about to happen.
Then I wanted to call Black over, but who would have thought that Black would be so delayed.
Could it be that Black also felt contempt for him because he was seriously injured and fled to Ancestral Land?
But I saw Black bowing respectfully, with a strange look on his face, but he hesitated to speak.
"Blood Demon God Lord Forgive me... I encountered a little... strange situation when I was practicing."
"Huh?"
Blood Demon God originally just asked casually, not expecting Ninth Tier Demon Race to say anything of value.
But Black's expression aroused his curiosity.
"What's weird?"
Black hesitated for a moment and then said hesitantly.
"When my subordinates were practicing just now... they suddenly felt that there seemed to be some powerful, indescribable eyes looking over at Spacetime from an extremely distant place."
"Just a moment."
"But that aura... is so powerful that the souls of my subordinates are trembling."
He raised his head, his eyes showing just the right amount of fear and confusion.
"Sir, this subordinate is so bold... Could it be that some big shot has noticed this subordinate? But this subordinate is just a little Ninth Tier Demon Race, how could he be so virtuous..."
Blood Demon God frowned even more tightly.
Powerful gaze?
Across the distance Spacetime?
He thought of the inexplicable restlessness he had felt before. Could it be related to this?
But what existence would look at a Ninth Tier Demon Race?
Although this Black is good, Talent is a seedling he cultivated, but in the entire Demon Race, geniuses of this level can be found in large numbers, but they are not uncommon.
"Are you sure it's not an illusion?"
Blood Demon God asked in a deep voice.
Black shook his head with a firm tone.
"My subordinates initially thought it was an illusion. But the feeling of being watched was too clear, as if my soul was being seen through. It couldn't be an illusion."
Blood Demon God pondered for a moment and felt that this matter should not be ignored.
"How were you practicing at that time? Demonstrate it to me again!"
Blood Demon God gave the order and Black immediately obeyed.
Raise your right hand.
The five fingers were bent into claws, the dark Demonic Energy surged, and a standard "Sky Tearing Claw" Law Embryo was unleashed.
At the same time.
With a thought, communicate Destruction Sovereign Mark.
Suddenly, on the back of Black's left hand, an extremely obscure and profound Black Pattern flashed away.
The pattern was extremely complex and mysterious, as if it was composed of countless twisted runes and lines. Just a glimpse of it made Blood Demon God Bridewell's pupils suddenly shrink.
He suddenly sat upright from Throne.
Injuries was involved in his chest, and the pain made him grin, but he ignored it and stared at Black's left hand!
"You--!!"
"That mark on the back of your hand!!!"
Blood Demon God's voice is trembling, not with fear, but...
Incredible ecstasy!
"Show me again! Quick!"
Black looked down at his left hand blankly, as if he had no idea what was happening.
But he obediently urged Law Embryo again.
This time, Black Mark emerged more clearly. Although it was only for a short moment, it was enough for Blood Demon God to see its full picture...
Destruction Sovereign's imprint!
Definitely the mark of Destruction Sovereign!
Blood Demon God Bradwell has lived for tens of thousands of years. Although he is not qualified to enter Destruction Paradise, he has seen it.
He once saw that mark at a glance when First Demon God was exerting his power!
That's Demon Race supreme Glory!
It is the ultimate recognition that all Myriad Worlds beings who practice Law of Destruction dream of!
And now...
This mark appeared on the hand of one of his subordinates, Ninth Tier Demon Race!
"God bless me too... God bless me too!!! Hahaha!!!"
Blood Demon God suddenly laughed wildly, and the laughter shook the entire cabin. The wound on his chest burst open, and Demon God Blood shot out, but he didn't care!
Black took a step back in fear.
"Blood Demon God Lord?! What's wrong with you?! Your injury..."
"It's okay! I'm okay!"
Blood Demon God wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Black with eyes that were as if he were looking at a peerless treasure, so hot that it almost melted him.
"Black! Good! Good! Good!"
He said the word "good" three times in a row and was so excited that he could not speak coherently.
"Do you know?! That mark on the back of your hand... that's the mark of Destruction Sovereign! It's the recognition that Myriad Worlds, the top Destruction Prodigy, is qualified to receive!"
"You are just Ninth Tier! Ninth Tier! You can attract Destruction Sovereign's attention! Do you know what this means?!"
He clenched his fists suddenly, and his eyes burst into unprecedented light.
"It means that your future achievements are limitless! It is even possible... to reach that legendary realm!"
The future of Black may be brighter than that of First Demon God!
Progenitor is on top.
He Bradwell actually discovered such a super genius for Demon Race!
Black showed expressions of shock, confusion, and disbelief at the right time.
"Sir... you mean...Sovereign... looked at me?"
"Yes! I watched you! I chose you!"
Blood Demon God took a few deep breaths and suppressed his excitement, but the heat in his eyes did not diminish at all.
He originally thought that if he escaped to Ancestral Land after being seriously injured this time, he would definitely be punished by Progenitor, ridiculed by other Demon God, and he might even lose his current status and resources.
But now, everything is different!
He brought back a Ninth Tier that can inspire the genius of Destruction Sovereign Mark!
In the history of Demon Race, there is a clear record that the only person who was attracted by Destruction Paradise was the mysterious First Demon God!
And now, the second one appears!
It was discovered by him Blood Demon God Bradwell!
This credit is enough to offset any punishment!
Enough for him to gain a foothold in Demon Race Ancestral Land!
Even further!