But at this moment, this desolate ruin that hasnât seen a demon footstep for tens of thousands of years, has welcomed guests.
"Damn it!"
With an angry curse, a silver-haired, golden-eyed demonic god, whose figure closely resembled that of a human, appeared within the twisted space.
Judging by its appearance, it turned out to be the Demon God of Darkness and Kill.
The massive wings behind it fluttered continuously, and its figure rapidly darted, dodging the swift attacks from artificial constructs and space shards.
Dense Mingsha Qi surged around it, and whenever it couldnât dodge the space shards or artificial constructs that approached, the dense Mingsha Qi would repel them.
Nevertheless, its appearance still looked very bedraggled, not only were its clothes tattered and torn, but its body was covered with bruises and cuts, as if it had just escaped from a refugee camp.
No help for it, these artificial constructs and space shards played by their own rules, sometimes a construct shard would seem to attack only to get sent elsewhere by the twisted space, and similarly, some construct shards would mysteriously appear nearby due to the effects of the twisted space, completely unpredictable.
Even with full effort to intercept, injury was inevitable.
Struggling through a series of construct shard attacks, its wings flapped, and it darted through a stretch of twisted space, hiding within a relatively intact tower-like construct with some relief.
To have survived in this twisted chaotic space until now, the materials of these artificial constructs were undoubtedly solid, and hiding inside them provided relatively more safety.
Still, recalling the earlier peril, it couldnât help but curse under its breath: "Yinchan, this damned place, this demonic god can no longer stay."
"Mingsha, your mental fortitude is weakening," snarled the Yincha Demonic God from within another broken tower-like construct nearby, unhappily retorting, "Canât bear a little risk, no wonder your power has been declining over the years, territory shrinking again and again."
"I ****!" raged the Demon God of Darkness and Kill, "Iâve been going downhill these years all because I boarded your treacherous ship?!! Iâm done with this job, you do it yourself!!"
"Mingsha, Yincha, calm down, letâs talk this over peacefully."
As they seemed about to argue again, a voice came from within another damaged pipe-like construct nearby.
It was a demonic god covered in black-red scales, with large dragon horns on its head, exuding a ferocious dominating auraâthe Dragon Blood Demon God, Yun Xiayang.
Currently, Yun Xiayangâs appearance was similarly ragged. His tough black-red scales were covered in scratches, with several places even dented, and part of his dragon horn was shaved off, evidently having suffered plenty in this space earlier.
However, thanks to the thick armor of his demon body and fast recovery speed, he didnât seem too concerned, instead still having the leisure to play peacemaker: "Mingsha, weâve been working on this plan for over a hundred years, if you quit now, wouldnât everyoneâs efforts go to waste?"
"Dragon Blood, itâs not that I want to quit, but this thing is simply unrewarding." The Demon God of Darkness and Kill replied resentfully, "Look at these Ancient Battlefield Ruins, deadly dangers everywhere, even a Void Insect Mother Nest and a Void Dark Crow Tribe Cluster. While exploring a region earlier, I was chased by a flock of Dark Crows with nowhere to escape."
"This damn place is indeed perilous," agreed the Dragon Blood Demon God, clearly feeling it deeply, "but if we can bring back Demon Lord, we can easily unify the Demonic World, then the three of us will surely be greatly valued. With Demon Lordâs power, he can naturally help you recondense the Dark True Demon Seed, and your lineage wonât end."
Yincha Demonic God too changed attitude, persuading earnestly: "Mingsha, we spent such effort finding these lost ancient battlefields, and so much energy and time understanding this placeâs situation, if we give up now...even if you joined Jiuyu, there wonât be enough time."
The Demon God of Darkness and Killâs expression struggled, muttering: "Yincha, this demonic god is thoroughly on your treacherous ship, if you canât bring back Demon Lord, we will be squarely against each other."
"Donât worry, weâll definitely succeed."
The Yincha Demonic Godâs expression was firm, eyes ablaze with scorching light, tone intensely passionate.
Seeing that, the Dragon Blood Demon God Yun Xiayang naturally also chimed in energetically, though internally quite reflective.
That Wang Shouzhe was truly wicked to the core, managing to deceive the Yincha Demonic God with Wu Mingyan, letting both Yincha and Mingsha demonic gods willingly game for him, seeking Immortal Scripture.
Of course, making the Yincha Demonic God believe so deeply wasnât so simple.
As he knew, Wang Shouzhe had sent numerous messages to the Yincha Demonic God to make him believe his lies, meticulously detailing how "Wu Mingyan" controlled Wang Shouzhe, how he brought the Wang family under control, and what preparations were made over the years to bring back Demon Lord...
The detail of the information even extended to specific actionsâ specifics, matching up resource and fund consumption exactly.