Night God suddenly became clear, leaving only a strangely flat ground and an open passage in the palace.
"Well, it's much more pleasing to the eye."
Night God then nodded with satisfaction.
With bare feet, I stepped onto the newly cleaned ground with one step, as leisurely as if I was walking behind my own home. Garden
Demon Race Progenitor, who was held in Night God's hand, looked at this scene and shook his head subconsciously.
Hundreds of thousands of years.
This guy is still the same as always about mysophobia.
When Blood Sea was in the Blood Sea, Night God cleaned up his own territory and was so diligent that even if a Mosquito leg fell into a crack in the rocks, he would have to use Law Power to crush it into molecules.
Unexpectedly, after being imprisoned for more than 100,000 years, my temper has not changed at all, but has become worse.
Night God caught a glimpse of Demon Race Progenitor shaking his head out of the corner of his eye, and smiled, with a hint of joking in his tone.
"What? Do you feel bad when you see me killing your Demon Heir demon grandson?"
Demon Race Progenitor let out a long sigh, and a complex and extremely tired look appeared on his face that was so red and swollen that it was almost deformed.
"No, they have become like this... If you kill them, it will be a relief."
"Haha."
Night God chuckled lightly, with undisguised sarcasm in the laughter.
"So you also know that these Demon Races are worse than dead? When you activated Sacrificial Grand Formation before, you were very efficient without blinking an eyelid. Now you are starting to feel uncomfortable when you see the corpses all over the city? But why don't you think... all of this is your own fault."
Night God lowered his head, got close to the miserable face of Demon Race Progenitor, and added two words one by one.
"Hypocritical."
Demon Race Progenitor opened his mouth. Those sharp words that once made Night God's blood pressure soar, now he could not hold back a single word.
He lowered his head, like a broken sack with all the bones removed, hanging limply in Night God's hands, as silent as a stone about to weather.
Night God didn't bother to taunt him any more and stepped inside the Blood Demon Hall.
Main Hall It's more miserable inside than outside.
Most of the countless carvings Stone Pillar supporting the dome were broken, and the fallen pillars made the ground pockmarked. The Night Pearl, Law Crystal, and various precious decorations that were once embedded in the walls were all turned upside down, as if they had experienced a crazy looting.
There were dried blood stains, broken pieces of armor, and broken weapons everywhere on the ground. The air was filled with a stench of blood mixed with decay, which made people frown.
But Night God walking among them is like strolling in a leisurely garden.
Wherever he went, red energy spread from his feet like a living thing, like an invisible cleaning carpet, swallowing up, purifying, and erasing all dirt, blood, minced meat, and garbage. It even brought out a faint fragrance of Lotus, adding a strange sense of dissonance to this purgatory-like scene.
Along the way, it was as clean as if it had been blasted three times with a high-pressure water cannon.
But the further inside, the more impatient Night God looked.
He can feel a lot of the breath of those little bugs here...
Those scents remain in every corner of the Main Hall, like the footprints left by a mouse scurrying around.
But as long as you distinguish carefully, you can find that those breaths are all left behind by "the past".
They are traces of the past, paw prints that have long since dried.
And along the way, he never found Black himself.
The only ones left alive are all low-level Demon Race who have already Madness, roaring, thrashing, drooling, unable to even speak a complete human sentence, let alone provide any effective information.
Night God's patience finally ran out.
He suddenly stopped and lifted Demon Race Progenitor in front of his eyes. Scarlet's eyes were looking straight at him, and his voice was as cold as a razor blade fished out of an ice cellar...
"Are you sure that little bug is really here?"
Demon Race Progenitor pulled the corner of his mouth with difficulty, his expression could not be said to be a bitter smile or self-mockery.
"Lord Night God, I've only met that little guy a few times... and we haven't spoken more than ten sentences in total. How can I really understand him? The only thing I know is that he and Blood Demon God has a lot of connections. Blood Demon God is his leader and his supporter here Demon Race Ancestral Land. Apart from the Blood Demon Hall, I don't know where else he will go."
Night God's eyes narrowed dangerously, and the light coming out of the crack was like Venomous Snake's gaze before spitting out a letter.
"So... you dare to lie to me?"
"Don't dare!"
Demon Race Progenitor shook his head violently as if his tail had been stepped on, his whole body was trembling, and he even spoke three minutes faster.
"A Yin is still in your hands. I still want to see her. How could I lie to you? Besides..."
He lowered his head and glanced at the messy Blood Demon Hall, and then thought of the Demon Race Ancestral Land outside that had been reduced to purgatory, and his voice suddenly dropped.
"Besides, Demon Race is already like this. What's the point of me lying to you?"
Could it be that by protecting the little guy named Black, Demon Race can return to its full glory?
Can you free yourself from the shackles of Night God and break through God King?
Everything is hopeless.
So what's the point of deceiving?
Night God stared at him for several seconds, his eyes as cold as knives, and finally slowly let go of his hand and snorted coldly.
"I'm sorry you don't dare to lie to me."
But when he thought about it again, he still felt unhappy.
"Even if you don't dare to lie to me, how much time have you wasted on me?! If you dare to talk without any clues, it's all because of your incompetence like a loser!"
Having said that, Night God threw Demon Race Progenitor to the ground with a bang, and a rope formed by Blood Energy instantly wrapped around it, tying the dignified Demon Race Progenitor into a solid human flesh dumpling. His hands and feet were all tied up, making him unable to move.
Then...
Night God kicks as soon as he raises his foot.
"Bang bang bang!"
A violent beating.
With the fists and kicks, countless new injuries were added to Demon Race Progenitor's already scarred body. The bones made a heartbreaking cracking sound, and old blood spit out mouthfuls of blood. The whole body curled up into a ball, like an old towel that had been stepped on again and again, and he was so embarrassed that he couldn't even scream.
After venting his anger, Night God stopped, snorted, and stood up straight.
It seems that there is indeed no such little bug in this Blood Demon Hall.
But it doesn't matter.
Night God can be 100% sure that the little bug called Black is definitely still hiding in Demon Race Ancestral Land.
"Hmph, do you really think I can't find you if you hide yourself?"
Night God looked through the broken dome of the Blood Demon Hall and looked outside Gray Sky, with a cruel arc at the corner of his mouth.
"I want to see... the entire Demon Race Ancestral Land will be destroyed and you won't be able to get out!"
With his Peak High God power, it would take more time and effort to completely destroy a huge city.
But so what?
He will definitely kill that little bug!