Within the Blood Sea, the waves are like anger.
Night God watched helplessly as Black plunged into Space Rift. The moment the crack closed, he even raised his hand to grab it.
As a result, my fingers went through the air and I felt lonely.
Didn't catch it.
The great boss Night God, Peak High God actually let a little bug that didn't even reach God Level run away in front of him.
It ran so smoothly and so naturally.
At this moment, Night God became angry.
This is no longer a simple miss, this is a naked slap in the face, a great shame and humiliation of being played by ants!
It's the shame and anger from Soul Depths, the kind of shame and anger where a strong man's self-esteem is pinned to the ground and rubbed repeatedly.
He felt that his IQ and face were kicked into the mud pit by Black's "Hi", and he was also kicked back by others.
"Okay..."
Night God's voice is low and calm, but more terrifying than a roar.
"... very good."
Only two words were spoken, but the whole movie Blood Sea exploded instantly.
The Blood Color ocean, which had already become calm, seemed to be stirred by an invisible giant hand. Huge waves rolled up from all directions, and Blood Color water columns soared tens of thousands of feet into the sky. The sky was dyed Dark Red.
Countless whirlpools surged on the sea surface, each whirlpool carrying Destruction-like Law Fluctuation. The whirlpools collided with each other, erupting with deafening roars, as if Heaven and Earth were wailing.
Deep in the Blood Sea, those corpses and Remnant Soul that had been sleeping for countless years were forcibly awakened and turned into countless Blood Color ghosts, wailing, roaring, and rolling on the top of the waves, like the doomsday purgatory arriving in advance.
The whole Sea Area is trembling and afraid.
They are announcing to the entire Xuanming Secret Realm...
Night God, it's really popular.
At this moment, a weak but extremely harsh laughter came from the depths of the seabed.
"Ha... hahaha..."
Demon Race Progenitor.
His entire body was Night God stepped into the mud at the bottom of the sea. There was no good piece of meat on his body. He had countless broken bones. Blood was still pouring out of his mouth. He looked as embarrassed as an old salted fish that had been run over by a wheel.
But he is laughing.
Laughing heartily, laughing crazily, laughing so hard that tears almost burst out.
"Night God... Aren't you very good at fighting?! Aren't you superior?! Hahahaha! What happened? You were fooled around by a kid who didn't even reach God Level! Even Blood Sea Core was stolen! Hahahahahahaha! It's so happy!!"
Demon Race Progenitor smiled more and more happily. He was covered in blood but still struggled to raise his head and shouted in the direction of Night God.
"I'm Demon Race! There are so many real talents! Hahaha!!!"
He couldn't beat Night God himself, and he accepted it after he was beaten into such a doggy shape.
But seeing Night God suffer at the hands of Black was more satisfying than slapping Night God himself.
It felt like being beaten to a pulp on the court, but looking back to see the opponent being knocked down by a primary school student picking up a ball...
It's so refreshing! It's so refreshing!
Night God glanced at him coldly.
There was an unknown number of miles between the two of them, but in just this glance, a giant hand made of Blood Color Law suddenly condensed out of the Blood Sea. It covered the sky and the sun, rounded it out, and slapped Demon Race Progenitor in the face.
"Bang!!!"
There was a loud noise, and the entire seabed shook three times.
Demon Race Progenitor was directly driven into the deeper mud layer of the seabed by this slap. His whole body was embedded, like a nail being hammered into the wood, and he couldn't even dig it out.
New injuries were added to the already dilapidated body, and a large mouthful of Black Blood burst out from his mouth. His laughter suddenly stopped, leaving only the sound of wind leaking from his throat.
"Quack."
Night God looked away, expressionless.
He didn't directly kill Demon Race Progenitor.
Although this guy has a weak tongue, he is still of some use, especially the clues about Black that need to be pried out of his mouth.
But now Night God's mind is full of Black.
That little ant stole his Creation Red Lotus Platform and ran away with that weird bond that made his Bloodline throb.
That kind of bond was like fate grabbing his heart hard, leaving an indelible mark.
He couldn't just let that kid slip away.
Night God's figure flashed and appeared next to Demon Race Progenitor in an instant. He bent down and stretched out his hand to pick the person up.
But as soon as he touched the corner of Demon Race Progenitor's clothes, he paused again.
He looked down at the extremely embarrassed Demon Race Progenitor, and the words he just said came to mind again...
"I'm Demon Race! Real talents are coming out in large numbers!"
These words were like a thorn in Night God's heart, making him feel uncomfortable all over.
So...
"Bang!"
Night God kicked Demon Race Progenitor on the waist.
This kick doesn't have much Law's blessing, but the power of Peak High God, even a casual kick, is enough to drink a pot of Demon Race Progenitor.
Demon Race Progenitor groaned, and another mouthful of old blood spurted out. He curled up into a cooked shrimp, and his eyes began to blur.
Night God then retracted his feet with satisfaction and exhaled a breath of turbid air. The Evil Fire feeling in his heart finally dissipated a little bit.
He bent down again, preparing to lift the person up and chase him.
But at this moment...
"Wait."
Night God's hand was hanging in the air, and his eyes suddenly condensed.
He stared at Demon Race Progenitor's face that had become swollen into a pig's head and asked one word at a time.
"You just said... that guy is Demon Race?"
Demon Race Progenitor Although he was beaten to a pulp, when he heard this, he still instinctively grinned, showing a mouthful of bloody teeth, and smiled vaguely with a stubbornness that said, "It's finally my turn to feel proud."
"That's right... that's my Demon Race son! I personally gave him Progenitor Essence Blood! A genuine Demon Race Prodigy! How about Night God, are you envious or not? Jealous or not?"
Night God said nothing.
Demon Race Progenitor is still there babbling.
What Blood Demon God recommends, Destruction Sovereign pays attention to, the genius among geniuses, the future is promising, etc., the more I talk about it, the more enthusiastic I am.
But as he spoke, he suddenly stopped.
The smile froze on the face that was swollen like a steamed bun.