The Fall and the Angel Clan's Fury

"What... what are you?!"

The Holy Virtue Emperor stared at the Pale Demon God before him in disbelief.

"I am a demon."

The Pale Demon God's voice was extraordinarily hoarse.

The Holy Virtue Emperor's heart began to race.

The first thing that came to mind was what Mu Qing had said.

Mu Qing had called himself the Myriad Devils Emperor and claimed to come from the Devil Race.

"You're also an expert from that so-called Devil Race?!" The Holy Virtue Emperor immediately became wary.

He was deeply apprehensive of this so-called Devil Race.

The Pale Demon God twisted its neck. Its hundred-zhang-tall body shrank to around three meters in an instant, scarlet light piercing out from within its armor.

"I am not of the Devil Race. I am the one and only demon, an eternal and undying demon!"

A near-roaring voice rang out, followed by a fierce gale sweeping forth.

The Pale Demon God's claws tore through space as it lunged at the Holy Virtue Emperor.

The Holy Virtue Emperor naturally reacted at once. Like Mu Qing, he could not sense the Pale Demon God's exact strength, but there was no way he would simply sit back and await death.

Rip!

Several incomparably long gashes were torn through the space beside him.

The Holy Virtue Emperor flashed aside to evade, but in the next moment, with a pfft, a pale claw pierced through his body.

"How is this possible?" The Holy Virtue Emperor could scarcely believe it.

He turned his head and looked behind him.

The armored Pale Demon God had appeared behind him at some unknown moment, scarlet light flickering in its eyes.

The Pale Demon God let out a hoarse laugh. "I am no longer who I once was. I have now advanced into an even stronger existence."