Luo Yanhuo felt a faint sense of grievance as she watched Zhao Fu hold Mo Qingli, and she also felt that he had a particular fondness for mothers and married women.
Zhao Fu smiled at Mo Qingli in his arms. Mo Qingli's face was flushed with charm as she gently wrapped her arms around Zhao Fu. Just now, she had felt as though both her body and soul had been forcibly conquered, and even now she had yet to fully recover.
Being Zhao Fu's maid actually seemed like a very good thing. None of her previous worry or anger remained.
However, although Mo Qingli was not lacking in either beauty or strength, she still could not meet the witch's requirements and could not become an Evil Flower Envoy.
He released the Evil Flower Demon and attacked several cities again, devouring vast numbers of people and providing Zhao Fu with a great deal of flesh and blood. Zhao Fu found a place and fused with the Demon Tree Seed, whereupon an immense demonic aura surged from his body.
A monster over three meters tall appeared once more. It had a tree-like body, grayish-black in color, with arms and legs, a pair of enormous blood-red eyes, and a great mouth like a black hole. It looked exceedingly terrifying.
This was the eighth Evil Flower Demon, and the Evil Demon Abyss Flower had also advanced to the eighth stage. The eight Evil Flower Demons' abilities received an enormous boost—their bodies could expand to a thousand meters, and Zhao Fu could control them from a hundred regions away.
And now there were already eight Evil Flower Demons. Only four more were needed to achieve the goal.
Mo Qingli became increasingly curious about Zhao Fu's group. Not only were they extraordinarily powerful, but they were