Something is wrong.
Something is terribly wrong.
Demon Race Progenitor's smile still hung on his face, and he hadn't even had time to wipe off the blood stains on the corners of his mouth, but the joy in his eyes had frozen instantly.
He remembers it clearly...
The drop of Progenitor Essence Blood I gave to Black is ostensibly to promote the younger generation and cultivate Prodigy, so that the good news will not flow to others.
But the deeper level of his thoughts is only known to him.
Any Demon Race that is given Progenitor Essence Blood will have an obscure and strong link with him.
This link usually makes it easier for him to sense the opponent's status, but at critical moments...
It is more convenient for him to devour the opponent completely in one bite.
Just before, Sacrificial Grand Formation, which he was still preparing, had been launched.
At that time, it was clear that all the Demon Race marked by him would be forcibly drawn, drained, turned into nutrients, and returned to his body honestly.
This is also the hidden thread he buried in all his talented juniors, and it is the confidence that allows him to continuously accumulate strength to attack God King.
But here comes the problem.
Sacrificial Grand Formation has begun to operate, except for those Demon God who are seeking death.
The rest, especially the ones very close to him, or the Demon Race Prodigy that he specially gave Essence Blood to take care of, have obviously been devoured by him.
The whole army should have been wiped out, completely, not even the dregs were left.
He has clearly felt those powers entering his body, leading him to continuously impact God King Realm.
But...
That being the case.
Why is Black still alive?!
He was leaked by Sacrificial Grand Formation?!
How can this thing be missed?!
It's totally unscientific!!!
Demon Race Progenitor's brain crashed on the spot, and the CPU almost burned out.
The short-term pleasure I got from mocking Night God just disappeared, and a bone-deep confusion rushed from the soles of my feet to the sky.
Immediately afterwards, there was a chill that climbed up from the depths of his spine that he was unwilling to admit.
That kid... what's going on?
Night God silently watched Demon Race Progenitor's swollen pig-headed face change from pride to solidification, from solidification to stiffness, from stiffness to fear, and the corner of his mouth slowly raised a cold arc.
"Interesting."
Night God's voice was very soft, as light as a feather falling on the water, but underneath the feather was the undercurrent of the entire ocean.
"It seems that your Sacrificial Grand Formation has failed on him. Even you, Demon Race Progenitor, can't figure out the details of that kid... What on earth is that kid?"
Night God ran through it in his mind.
Black is weird.
Very weird.
The Demon Race shell on his body is most likely just a disguise...
Or, he is not Demon Race at all.
Or... the Demon Race Bloodline in his body has been suppressed by something of a higher level.
The bit is higher than Demon Race Progenitor.
So Progenitor couldn't suppress him, couldn't swallow him, and even the induction felt lonely.
"Interesting..."
At this moment, Night God's anger subsided, replaced by a strange, almost excited interest.
Hundreds of thousands of years.
He was trapped under the Xuanming Blood Sea for tens of thousands of years.
Silence, depression, and loneliness made his mentality distorted.
Twisting and twisting... it becomes abnormal.
Now Night God's biggest hobby is gossip.
Especially the kind of complicated and confusing gossip that hides shocking secrets.
Especially the kind of gossip where the protagonist ran away in front of him!
At this moment, Black was born, bringing with him Bloodline who could not suppress Demon Race Progenitor, taking Creation Red Lotus Platform away from him, and forming an inexplicable bond with Bloodline...
Night God felt that the DNA in his body was violently moving.
I really want to know!
I really want to get to the bottom of it!
I really want to peel off that little guy's skin and see what kind of structure he has!
At this moment, if Black could see Night God's expression through the air, he would definitely not be able to help blurting out two words...
Abnormal!!!
It's a pity that Black cannot be seen.
So Night God wore a coquettish and perverted smile, carrying the dead dog-like Demon Race Progenitor with one hand, and straightened his body, flying directly out of the Xuanming Blood Sea.
The moment he rushed out of the water, Night God sensed the direction of Creation Red Lotus Platform.
Then he raised his eyebrows imperceptibly.
The feeling is blurred.
He obviously has a close relationship with Creation Red Lotus Platform. He should be able to use his fingers like an arm and be as clear as his eyes, but at this moment, the sense is like a layer of frosted glass, and he can only confirm the approximate direction, and all the details are cut off by something.
Interesting!
So fun!
Night God felt like the blood all over his body was boiling.
This feeling of getting closer to the truth step by step is more exciting than beating ten Demon Race Progenitors.
Without saying a word, he flew towards the vague induction line.
Traveling through the Xuanming Secret Realm, breaking through layers of Space Barrier, soon...
"Wow--"
Night God rushed out of the sea with Demon Race Progenitor.
At that moment, Night God suddenly stopped.
He suspended in mid-air, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.
The wind blows from a distance, carrying a moist breath that belongs to the Divine Realm Continent.
It is no longer the salty, sticky and decaying smell in the Blood Sea, but the real, free, and living air.
Night God's eyelashes trembled slightly.
Hundreds of thousands of years.
A whole hundred thousand years.
He finally left that damn prison.
Him.
Night God.
Finally free!!!
At this moment, Night God even forgot to chase Black, and just hung in the air, spreading his arms, greedily enjoying the feeling of the wind passing through his fingers.
The sunlight shone on his blood-red robe, reflecting mottled light and shadow. He felt like an old tree that had withered for hundreds of thousands of years and finally sprouted leaves again.
He enjoyed it for a long time.
It took so long that the Demon Race Progenitor on my hand was almost dried by the wind.
Night God then slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the deserted sea, then looked down at the Demon Race Progenitor in his hand, which was swollen into a pig's head and covered in blood, and couldn't help but frown.
Such a beautiful time, such a magnificent turning point in life.
There was not even a pot of Fine Wine, and there were no friends to congratulate me.
There is only this half-dead thing in my hand that keeps leaking blood...
Destroy the scenery.
It's so disgraceful.
Night God I suddenly felt that the good mood I had just aroused had been reduced by several percent.
He curled his lips, sensed the position of Lotus Platform again, and flew away with Demon Race Progenitor.
After a while, Night God stayed in the sky above a huge city.
This City Pool is built against the mountain, and the city wall towers into the clouds. It should have been magnificent, but at this moment... it is full of devastation.
It's like a purgatory on earth.
Demon Race Ancestral Land.
Demon Race Progenitor, who was held in Night God's hand, glanced down with difficulty with his eyes swollen.
This sight made him freeze up.
He is too familiar with This City.
You can draw the texture of each brick with your eyes closed.
But at this moment... it was so unfamiliar that it made his heart feel cold.
Hundreds of thousands of years ago, he refined Twelve Creation Pearls, but because he was missing the last Creation Red Lotus Platform, he was unable to refine the complete Creation Red Lotus and was trapped near the Xuanming Blood Sea.
So he opened up a small city on this land, using it as a starting point, and used Creation Power to create Demon Race, which took root here.
He watched this small town grow up little by little, from a palm-sized settlement to a decent city.
From a few scattered mud houses, it has become a row upon row of streets.
From a few dozen sparse Demon Race, to a bustling crowd of thousands.
He remembered that Little Girl son with braids was one of the first Demon Race descendants he created. He followed him at his feet all day long and called "Grandpa Progenitor".
He felt noisy at that time, but later Little Girl grew up, got married, Give Birth, and then...
With gray hair, he failed to break through God Level and died of old age in This City.
He still remembered the lame Demon Race who ran a blacksmith shop. His craftsmanship was mediocre and he had a hot temper. He used to wield a hammer and quarreled with his neighbors all day long.
After arguing for a lifetime, he finally died in front of his own anvil, still holding half of the unfinished knife in his hand.
He remembered the tea stall at the entrance of City Gate. Boss Lady was a fat aunt with a voice louder than thunder. Every time he would sit in the tea stall and rest in the tea stall, the fat aunt would give him an extra spoonful of sugar, saying "the more sugar you have, the harder your life will be."
He remembered the bright lights of thousands of houses and the curling smoke from cooking kitchens.
I remember the guards patrolling the streets late at night yawning and cursing.
I remember the neon lights that filled the city during the New Year.
Remember those little things that are humble, ordinary, noisy, but live hotly.
Those little things that he calls "food".
But now...