Demonic qi swirled here in pitch-black darkness, like a hell of myriad horrors. Every so often, a demonic shadow flew out, its scarlet eyes flashing, striking terror into anyone who saw it.
Yet Leng Yi reveled in the sensation, feeling utterly at ease. He sucked it in with relish, and the demonic qi instantly transformed into his own demonic power upon entering his body, steadily advancing his cultivation.
For members of the Devil Race, this was a sacred land, a treasure ground. One day of cultivation here was worth a year elsewhere.
"Leng Yi, surely you didn't come looking for me just to enjoy the blessings of this Demonic Land?" Just then, a colossal demonic shadow suddenly appeared within the dark, cold, cavernous hollow. The instant he appeared, all the surrounding demonic qi surged toward him, scrambling to enter his body. He was like a god among demons, welcomed by all the demonic qi between heaven and earth.
"I wouldn't dare! Your subordinate pays his respects, Demon Venerable. I came to report an important matter!" Hearing the Demon Venerable's voice, Leng Yi hurriedly bowed respectfully toward him in the darkness and spoke.
Even as he bowed and kowtowed, his entire body continued greedily drinking in the surrounding demonic qi, his expression one of sheer enjoyment.
It's not every day I get to enter the Forbidden Land of the Demonic Land. I shouldn't waste the opportunity.
Every visit brought a considerable improvement to his cultivation. He had missed this place so much that he could not resist taking another couple of mouthfuls. Nothing could have felt better.
"Leng Yi!"
In the darkness, the Demon Venerable waited a while, but Leng Yi still failed to deliver his report. Veins throbbed on his face as he roared, and at the same time, an