"My lord, this is Niemo Domain," Baimeng said directly.
"It is related to the Devil Race?" Xu Zimo asked.
"They are not worthy of being called the Devil Race at all," the Crimson Blade Bull Demon said angrily before Baimeng could speak.
"A bunch of cowards who cling to life and fear death. They are nothing more than false devils."
"What do you mean by that?" Xu Zimo asked in confusion.
"Back then, we followed my lord to the Nine Domains. In a short time, my lord created a new era.
The Devil's Descent.
We ruled that era. My lord was also the first person to launch the final battle and wage war against Heaven," the Crimson Blade Bull Demon said.
"Other than a few of the Eighteen Demon Generals who were scattered, the remaining Twelve Demon Generals each ruled one of the twelve legions.
They were used to resist the forces rebelling throughout the Nine Domains.
Later, the Heavenly Dao issued a decree, saying that my lord and all those who had fought against Heaven had died in battle. Our Devil Race suffered a devastating blow for a time.
Some of our Demon Generals fought until their final moments and were sealed within the Ancient Demon Cave.
But two Demon Generals actually surrendered to Heaven's lackeys, using that in exchange for a chance to live."
As he spoke, the Crimson Blade Bull Demon felt a stabbing pain in his head and shook it hard several times.
In truth, after Xu Zimo had rescued the Crimson Blade Bull Demon from Zhu Rong's inheritance, he had discovered that someone had tampered with the Crimson Blade Bull Demon's memories.
He remembered the general outline of many things, but they could not be examined too closely.
The moment he thought deeply about them,