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When Er Dongsheng swallowed Beelzebub's phantom in one gulp, the dense emotional energy set his blood boiling.
"As expected of Hell's second-greatest ruler. The taste of such fine 'food' is intoxicating!"
That overwhelming envy drew him in.
Yet for some reason, he felt something was wrong with it.
What is it?
Er Dongsheng pondered as he slowly turned, licked his crimson lips, and looked toward the center of the Heart of Azure.
Tap, tap, tap.
Footsteps came from that direction.
In the cold, empty silence, they sounded unnaturally clear.
"Baal, impressive. Truly impressive! I never thought you would swallow my energy projection!"
"A body formed from thousands upon thousands of Devils, devoured by you so easily. Cough, cough. Now I really am curious where you came from!" An aged, hoarse voice emerged from the blurry figure, edged with coldness.
The figure gradually stepped out of the ruined, dark city. From a distance, he looked hunched and remarkably short.
He kept his head lowered, moving forward one stiff step at a time like a man at death's door.
"Beelzebub? Is this what you look like now? How pitifully weak!" With his hands behind his back, Er Dongsheng walked toward him too.
Er Dongsheng looked relaxed, but inwardly he was on high alert.
Ever since this hunched "Beelzebub" appeared, the strange unease he had felt earlier had grown much stronger.
He was certain this man was Beelzebub. That dense envy could not be concealed.
And yet he could not