This largest, brightest nest had originally been the dwelling of the Great Peng Clan's only tier-8 God chieftain.
When the chieftain was alive, Mo Jue had not even dared to glance at this nest, for fear of being pecked to death in one strike.
Now he acted as he pleased here, unrestrained and unchecked, with no one to punish or discipline him; it was as if he had fulfilled a long-cherished wish from his youth.
The Great Peng Clan could be called a house of loyal martyrs. They would rather die than surrender, would not flee, and had all fallen on the battlefield—yet he alone had turned out to be such a rebel...
"Heh heh... so what?"
By surviving and becoming even stronger, Mo Jue had proven that he was the one who had been right.
With a cold laugh, he shoved aside those memories stirred up by the sight before him, rolled his bloody, mangled body, and ground the dry, cracked weeds that had gone untended for decades into crumbs. Then he slowly propped himself up, struggling as he flapped his wings to blow away the drifting ash. After that, he curled up his body and found a corner to nestle into comfortably.
Mo Jue was too exhausted. His sharp eyes were half-open, half-closed, like a long, narrow blade.
Now that he was safe, he thought back to the final nightmare-like experience inside the Demon Nest, and even now he still trembled all over.
Meng Chuan was far too terrifying...
From Yong'an to Qi Mountain, from just entering tier 4 to battling at tier 5.
He had clearly seen how Meng Chuan improved, and how terrifying that speed of improvement was...
In a single thought, figures of peerless heavenly prides surfaced one after another in Mo Jue's mind. Every