Mu Qing carefully examined the large banner in Crimson Demon's hand. It stood over three meters tall, its crimson surface etched with mysterious golden patterns.
Crimson Demon retrieved the corpse of the sand crocodile Mu Qing had killed and placed it beneath the crimson banner.
Strands of flame descended, thoroughly burning the sand crocodile's corpse until it finally transformed into a mass of pure demon energy.
Crimson Demon swallowed half of it, a comfortable, refreshed expression appearing on his face.
"Over the years, I've survived by relying on this refined demon energy."
As he spoke, Crimson Demon handed the other half of the pure demon energy to Mu Qing.
"After all, you were the one who killed this sand crocodile..." Halfway through, Crimson Demon suddenly realized something. He withdrew the other half of the pure demon energy and said awkwardly, "I forgot. Judging from your earlier battle, you aren't one of our Demon Race, so you can't absorb this pure demon energy."
Crimson Demon then swallowed the remaining half of the demon energy as well. Even as a comfortable look surfaced on his face, he let out a sigh the next moment.
"There's nothing to be done. I thought I'd finally found a companion, but you aren't from the Demon Race. I'm afraid it won't be many years before the invisible demon energy of this Nether Emperor Demon Realm erodes you away."
Crimson Demon sighed with emotion. He had been far too lonely in this Nether Emperor Demon Realm alone. Mu Qing had finally entered, yet he was not of the Demon Race.
If Mu Qing had been of the Demon Race, Crimson Demon could have used the special properties of his supreme artifact to refine the corpses of the Demon Race and demon beasts here into pure demon energy,