The Heart Demon Emperor's Identity

Despair spread like a tide, soaking into every inch of the soul.

The Blood Demon was the most ferocious and primordial race in the Nine Nether. They were nearly endless in number, as countless as the sands of the Ganges, impossible to measure.

Throughout the long years since the Nine Nether withdrew from the human world, traces of Blood Demons continued to manifest in certain shadowy corners of the Cultivation World.

Back in the Northern Wasteland, Shen Yun had once led the Sword Sect disciples in wiping out several Void Core Realm Blood Demons. One of them had even fully transformed into a Flying Blood Demon, nearly causing the many Heavenly Prides of the Northern Wasteland to be wiped out to the last man.

And that was merely an insignificant reflection of the billions of Blood Demons.

With such an almost infinite number, a tiny handful of aberrant creatures naturally stood out. They traveled through every domain, devoured the vital essence of the strong, and continuously tempered their bloodlines until they broke through the shackles of their race and reached a terrifying realm comparable to that of the Nine Nether Imperial Family—

Such beings were the Innate Blood Demons that made all living things tremble.

"Cackle, cackle, cackle... What I love most is blood soaked in fear."

The Innate Blood Demon sized up the two Demon Venerables. Its long, slender tongue slowly licked the corners of its mouth, as though savoring the delicacy that was about to fall into its hands.

The instant they were caught in its scarlet gaze, the two demons felt their bodies stiffen, as though they were being crushed beneath a ten-thousand-zhang sea of blood. Even moving a single finger required immense strength.

As for the Golden Crow Clan members who had luckily survived moments