The Demon Buddha Tasted Pretty Good

The Steel Nail, mottled with dried blood, was embedded in a black rock wall. Wisps of red-black mist bloomed from it, carrying scenes left behind by countless living beings at the moment of their deaths.

Yet the subjects of those phantoms were not mountains of human corpses or seas of blood. Most were densely packed microorganisms, collectively forming a huge, viscous mass like slime.

On a living planet, compared to humans at the top of the food chain, plants, microorganisms, and other lower forms of life vastly outnumbered them.

The entire Steel Nail exuded a bloody, ominous stench. One glance was enough to make anyone nauseated and repulsed.

A hand pressed against the end of the Steel Nail, its nearly translucent pure-white skin forming a striking contrast with the blood-spattered nail.

The red-black mist coiled around the Steel Nail and slowly crawled up the hand, forming a hellish, demonic backdrop around its owner.

Countless creatures howled in death beside his ears as the black Steel Nail, mottled with blood, silently pierced one living being after another.

It was as if it were not a self-aware being at all, merely a tool born purely for destruction.

After being reborn as the Steel Nail, all humans on the planet had been slaughtered within half a day. The planet's Civilization had been utterly destroyed, and the place had become a silent world where no one survived.

"The first victim."

As the last intelligent life-form on the planet died, the ever-extending list of deaths temporarily stopped.

His tightly shut eyes opened. A layer of red-black mist stained his orange-red pupils, revealing the same desire for destruction as the Steel Nail.

Li Heng gripped the bloody Steel Nail embedded deep within Demon Tomb Mountain and slowly pulled it free.

The memories he had just experienced