Suddenly, a huge crack appeared in the ground.

A hand, as majestic as a mountain, suddenly stretched out—

With lightning speed, it firmly grasped the ankle of the Demon Lord Chonglou.

He didn't even have time to react.

He then felt an irresistible force that dragged him violently toward the ground.

The next moment.

He was slammed to the ground like a cannonball.

A low, resounding impact rang out!

The Paris polyphylla had an unusually intense "close encounter" with the hard ground.

However, this is only the beginning.

The giant hand did not stop there, but continued to coldly and ruthlessly lift Chonglou up and throw him down again and again.

Each impact was like a landslide or earthquake.

The shockwave caused visible ripples to spread through the surrounding air.

"Bang bang bang—"

The ground was making a series of chilling noises!

It was quickly smashed into a huge, unfathomable crater.

Despite his best efforts to break free from these terrifying constraints, Chonglou's efforts all seemed futile.

That giant hand gripped his ankle like an iron clamp.

This left him with absolutely no chance of escape.

As the saying goes, "Life is sometimes like that; you can't struggle against it, you can only accept reality."

...

The once invincible Demon Lord Chonglou, who struck fear into the hearts of countless righteous people.

Under the sudden control of that giant hand, they ultimately lost all power to resist.

I don't know how much time passed.

Or perhaps you've tormented them enough, causing them to lose interest.

He casually flung the Demon Lord Chonglou away, as if discarding a piece of trash, and slammed him hard into the ground.

With a loud bang!

His body was deeply embedded in a huge pit.

At the bottom of the pit, the Demon Lord Chonglou's condition was truly appalling.

His entire skeleton seemed to be shattered.

Every part of their body was injured, suffering extremely severe trauma.

Especially those ribs.

The bones were broken cleanly, piercing through the muscles and skin, exposed in a shocking sight.

His once rock-solid armor was now shattered and barely a fraction of its original strength remained.

They can no longer provide effective protection.

The remaining fragments were scattered all over the ground, revealing the tattered lining underneath.

At this moment, the Demon Lord Chonglou was covered in wounds.

His entire body was covered in blood, with crisscrossing wounds that were so deep that the bone was visible.

His face was contorted with pain.

Where is even a trace of the former Demon Lord's imposing aura?

From a high-ranking tyrant.

In an instant, it was reduced to a pathetic bear.

Despite his severe injuries, the instinct for survival allowed the Demon Lord Chonglou to muster his strength.

With trembling hands, he took out a pill from his Qiankun Ring and put it in his mouth.

The elixir melts in the mouth.

It transformed into a powerful medicinal force, rapidly spreading throughout his body...

It relieved some of the pain.

Immediately afterwards, he gritted his teeth and struggled to support his body with his hands.

Little by little, they began to climb upwards.

Every movement aggravates the wounds on my body, triggering a sharp, piercing pain!

When he finally climbed to the edge of the pit, he hadn't even caught his breath.

Suddenly, at that moment.

The owner of the giant hand jumped up from the previously torn underground.

Bang!

Its majestic and imposing figure landed steadily on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The dust settled...

It finally slowly revealed its true nature.

A headless corpse of the Wu tribe, over ten meters tall, suddenly appeared before the Demon Lord Chonglou.

The corpse was as large as a mountain, with muscles bulging like a dragon, exuding a suffocatingly terrifying aura.

......

When the Demon Lord Chonglou raised his head and looked at the headless corpse.

His pupils suddenly contracted!

A surge of emotion welled up within him!

It was an unprecedented sense of astonishment and fear, intertwined like a torrent.

The black and red aura emanating from this person was actually a surging and powerful witchcraft!

Previously, it was located outside the ancient cave.

The corpses of the witch and demon races encountered were all eroded by time, leaving only white bones.

It is permeated with the karmic power that makes people hesitate to approach.

However, what was presented to him at this moment was...

It was a corpse of a witch clan member, still retaining fresh flesh and blood!

The most bizarre and terrifying thing was that the corpse was missing its head.

It was as if an invisible hand had forcefully broken off its head from its neck and taken it away.

Suddenly, deep within the memories of the Demon Lord Chonglou.

That memory, almost erased by time, suddenly awakened like a long-dormant beast, and began to stir wildly.

And gradually became clear and discernible.

It turns out that every generation of Demon Lord must step into the Blood Pool of Ten Thousand Demons within the forbidden area of ​​the Demon Clan.

In order to obtain a purer and more powerful demon bloodline.

To become a noble member of the demon race.

The final crucial step of the entire ceremony is to inherit the memories left behind by successive Demon Lords.

That's why.

When the Demon Lord Chonglou saw the headless corpse of the Wu Clan, a series of blurry images flashed through his mind.

Instantly, his mood became extremely heavy, and he turned pale with horror!

The headless corpse lying before them exuded a chilling aura; it was by no means the corpse of an ordinary member of the witch clan.

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