For example, when Fenghua was suffering, his days at the new hospital were also very difficult, and he endured a lot of torment every day.

He knew that his brother, sister, brother-in-law, and parents were all busy with matters of life and death, so he never mentioned it.

But this time it's very different.

This time he could sense everything Ji Fenghua had gone through, but... he seemed unable to perceive his own future.

It's like he might have disappeared, or he's about to die, and there's no future for him.

But his parents, brother, sister, brother-in-law, and everyone around him had told him that if a great war came, he would be responsible for taking care of Xiao Shisan and Mi Wei in the Tower of Life, and would not let the children stay outside, lest they be captured by the demons and taken hostage.

In other words, he has no chance to participate in the final battle, nor will he be in danger in the Tower of Life.

Where did his premonition come from?

Ji Fenghua could naturally sense Ji Fengxiao's unease, but since Ji Fengxiao had not encountered any danger and was unsure of the source of his unease, Ji Fenghua naturally assumed that he was worried about his situation and did not take it to heart.

Jiu Yue led Ji Fenghua to a world where a blood-red shore was overgrown with alluring creatures.

The black demonic moon has long shrouded this dark land, and the air is filled with the fragrance of death.

Exquisitely beautiful, silently alluring.

The demon statue stands in the very center of this sea of ​​flowers, gazing silently into the distance with a look that is both resolute and affectionate.

Ji Fenghua followed closely behind Jiu Yue, stepping on the blood-red flowers as they ventured deeper into the sea of ​​blossoms, arriving before the statue.

He saw the dark, shimmering light flowing on the demon god statue, and the slightly swaying robes seemed to still move with the wind, only the wind was gone.

The demon's skin was just like the real thing, plump and full, and seemed to have elasticity, but it was completely colorless and whiter than snow.

The statue's right hand is slightly raised, with its five fingers slightly spread, as if it wants to reach out and hold someone back, but hesitates.

His right foot moved slightly forward, as if trying to catch up with the departing person, but he struggled to take a step.

On the index finger of his right hand, he wore a ring with a black spider lily surrounding a blood-red hexagonal flower.

The ring, though rather feminine for the supreme demon god, perfectly matched his unparalleled beauty.

The demon god resembles Jiu Yue, but... he's more like him.

Ji Fenghua raised her clear phoenix eyes high, tilting her head back to look up at the face of the demon god, thinking to herself.

"Junior Jiu Yue pays respects to the Demon God." Jiu Yue pulled Ji Fenghua down to kneel, praying with utmost sincerity: "This is the direct disciple chosen by the junior. Today, I brought him here to show the Demon God whether he can shoulder the great responsibility of revitalizing our Demon Clan."

After saying this, Jiu Yue said to Ji Fenghua, "Offer your blood at the feet of the Demon God. If the Demon God approves, he will bestow upon you a blessing."

Ji Fenghua raised her right hand, about to draw blood, when she suddenly asked, "What if the Demon God doesn't approve of me?"

Jiu Yue didn't look at him, but straightened up and looked around at the clusters of flowers, and said softly, "Then you will die here and become an everlasting spider lily in this sea of ​​flowers."

Ji Fenghua: "..." Suddenly, she felt a chill run from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, and the hairs on her body stood on end.

In other words, every red spider lily here represents a person... no, a demon.

But now that things have come to this, Ji Fenghua has no other choice.

His face remained calm as he calmly cut his right index finger and dripped blood into the black soil beside the demon's left foot.