The figures of Qin Chu and the others floated up, finally landing on the mountaintop.

When they saw the mountain basin surrounded by mountains on all sides, everyone except Qin Chu and Little Saye had their pupils contract, their faces went pale, and their stomachs churned once again.

The oppressive atmosphere was palpable, to the point that even their breathing became somewhat labored.

What lay before their eyes was... a gigantic Blood Lake.

Indeed, a lake formed by the gathering of fresh blood.

Due to the enclosure by the surrounding mountains, this blood no longer flowed away but accumulated in the mountain basin, filling it completely.

What they saw was thick, crimson liquid. Even those accustomed to death couldn't help but feel a shiver from the depths of their souls at the sight.

The Blood Lake's color was a bright, glaring red.

The lake's surface was as still as an ancient well, seeming to exist eternally.

Occasionally, a tiny bubble would surge up from the depths, creating a slight ripple.

The massive basin was entirely filled, making one wonder just how much blood from living beings was collected here.

At the center of this enormous Blood Lake stood an exceptionally tall, burly figure... Just by seeing its body, dozens of meters high, one could instantly identify who it was.

Luo Meng.

Apart from Seventh Prince, Romon of the Demons, there wasn't another demon with such an exaggerated build.

His size was so grand that even though a Blood Lake had gathered in the basin, it still didn't completely submerge Luo Meng, though most of his body was buried in blood.

At this moment, Luo Meng's situation appeared incredibly bizarre.

His chest cavity was already dissected open.

His ribs were severed.

The sight of the fresh, red flesh was nauseating.

His massive heart beat like a war drum, and even from a great distance, one could hear each beat of Romon's heart, see the process of its contraction and expansion.

He was not yet dead.

But on Romon's enormous heart, there was also a smaller heart-like object, which appeared to be a heart as well, just much smaller in comparison... On this smaller heart, it seemed as though there were fine hairs covering it, writhing like slender tentacles, wrapping tightly around Romon's heart, as if trying to replace it.

On Romon's body, one could also observe several crimson, blood-formed, snake-like entities winding across him, with sharp tips piercing mercilessly through his ears, nostrils, and mouth, seeming to be infiltrating Romon's brain.

Within the Blood Lake, there was a large gathering of twisted, frenzied Wandering Souls. They squirmed, treating Romon as their sole target, with haunting shadows all across the lake's surface.

The twisted presence crawled all over Romon's body.

The entire scene was bloody, insane, and filled with horror.

Even with Qin Chu's willpower, he felt the hair raise on the back of his neck.

Demon King Nage, what on earth is this guy trying to do? VisitMyVirtualLibraryEmpire(*)formore.

Did he take this basin as a petri dish, attempting to create a super terrifying monster using the blood and souls of millions of demons, with his son's body as the host?

Qin Chu guessed that Demon King Nage wanted to enter Earth, but entering would require a sufficiently strong vessel to avoid being torn apart by spatial forces... Yet, with this scene, could he really create a strong enough vessel?

Romon's eyes were wide open, his bloodshot pupils filled with hatred and resentment, staring fixedly at a small figure floating on the lake not far ahead...

Standing four meters tall, it was quite a giant compared to humans.

But compared to Romon's monstrous size, it was indeed a tiny figure.

This little figure was Demon King Nage.

At this moment, the powerful Demon King wore a twisted, maniacal smile on his face, his arms spread open, seemingly reveling in his greatest masterpiece.

That bloody scene, in Demon King Nage's eyes, held a sort of unique beauty.

It was so wonderful, so mesmerizing.

Atreus' body shivered as she saw her father's presence once more. The hatred of being used and then abandoned, left to die, surged into her heart in this moment.

Her slender fingers clenched instinctively, her throat rasping like bellows.

The hatred had not lessened with time; instead, it grew more intense due to its accumulation within her chest.

Revenge, revenge, revenge...

If not for this blazing hatred in her heart, why else would she have pleaded for life before Qin Chu, clinging to existence?

If it were merely for being used and abandoned, Atreus wouldn't be so furious.

After all, demons are inherently heartless and cruel beings; mutual use and killing are perfectly normal events.

What truly made Atreus unbearable was her father's behavior. On the night before the action, he specifically sought her out for a heartfelt and sincere conversation—the first time in Atreus' life that she experienced fatherly love and familial warmth.

She thought she was special in her father's eyes, watched by him all the time.

If not for that fleeting warmth, Atreus' hatred might not have been this intense.

Until now, Atreus finally understood why the master brought her on this mission... It was the master granting her the chance for revenge.

Atreus could barely restrain herself from acting immediately, but without the master's command, she would do nothing.

The master and revenge were Atreus' two goals in surviving this world, with the master ranked supreme.

Rose Vesper's expression was more strange.

Qin Chu brought her here to look for Jie Luo... But now, where was Jie Luo?

Before them were only the Seventh Prince, Romon, and Demon King Nage, and there was no sign of Lord Jie Luo.

She instinctively wanted to question Qin Chu, but before she could speak, her body trembled violently, a layer of goosebumps forming on her fair cheeks, as a foreboding feeling quickly grew in Rose Vesper's heart.

Could it be... Qin Chu was suggesting that one of these two ugly monsters was Lord Jie Luo?

No, that's impossible!

Instinctively, Rose Vesper wanted to deny it, yet at this moment, Qin Chu's cold, ghostly voice gradually reached her ears: "It seems you've guessed it..."

"Yes, see that smaller Demon King? That's the Jie Luo you wanted to find all along."

Honestly, with Qin Chu standing at a height of 1.8 meters, calling the four-meter-high Demon King small seemed somewhat strange.

Qin Chu's voice wasn't loud, nor was it taunting. He simply made a very straightforward and calm statement of fact.

Yet, this sentence, when it reached Rose Vesper's ears, was like a thunderbolt, leaving her brain completely blank.

It seemed purely instinctual as Rose Vesper wildly shook her head.

She couldn't accept what Qin Chu said. What the hell was this bastard spouting? Was he actually saying Demon King Nage was Lord Jie Luo?

Haha, how could that be possible? Could there be anything more foolish than this?

How could a Demon King possibly be Jie Luo?

Jie Luo was clearly killed by the Demon King's own hands.

The entire Hero Team saw this scene with their own eyes.

Was Qin Chu trying to disturb her mood using such nonsensical words? Such a tactic was indeed a bit base.

Rose Vesper laughed neurotically, undoubtedly the commotion here had long been detected by Demon King Nage, yet that entity made no reaction.

The advent of the Evil God, the scarlet shackles brought to the Demon King a terror beyond all else.

He didn't care about the Second Generation Brave Warrior.

He didn't care about Little Saye's betrayal, nor did he care that his eldest daughter was still alive.

At this moment, the Demon King just wanted to quickly complete his masterpiece and then leave this world full of danger.

Rose Vesper's body convulsed with a neurotic twitch; she opened her mouth, looking at Qin Chu, wanting to express ridicule, but suddenly she froze.

On Qin Chu's face, there was no trace of mockery, only pity tinged with scorn.

The truth is the sharpest blade of all.