Upon hearing this, Jared knitted his brows. “Is this really a deadland?”
“Do you actually believe the rubbish he uttered? A deadland doesn’t look like this at all. But I must say, there’s something special about this place.” Suddenly, a figure appeared beside Jared.
Surprisingly, the soul remnant of Vermilion Demon Lord detached itself from Jared’s consciousness field.
Maurice was taken aback when he suddenly noticed an extra figure appearing next to Jared.
However, his face filled with shock the moment he took a closer look at the figure. He exclaimed, “A demonic soul? Is he the one that resides in your consciousness field? Is he the one who destroyed a few of my demonic souls?”
“Oh, shut the hell up. What makes you think they’re qualified to be called demonic souls? Are you even qualified to be called a demon in the first place? I am a true demon; you all are at best Demon Cultivators since you don’t possess the pure demon bloodline. And I can tell you’re a mixed breed between a demon and a human,” Vermilion Demon Lord said, looking at Maurice with disdain.
Maurice had always claimed to be a demon, but few demons actually came from a pure demon bloodline. Many were humans who had mastered demonic techniques and became Demonic Cultivators.
These individuals then developed their own sects and sometimes identified themselves as demon spirits. But they’re not true demons!
People like these would find it increasingly difficult to keep up with their cultivation as their power developed. This was because top-notch demonic cultivation methods were simply unattainable for those who didn’t come from a pure demonic lineage.
“Who do you think you are? How dare you speak to me like this?” Maurice glared furiously at Vermilion Demon Lord.
He could withstand physical attacks and tolerate humiliations, but being called not a demon and a fake, he just couldn’t accept it.
“Who am I?” Vermilion Demon Lord paused, then burst into hearty laughter. “I am Vermilion Demon Lord of the celestial realm, on par with Fire Spirit Lord. This Divine Flame Mountain was formed from an item that Fire Spirit Lord dropped. Do you still think I’m not qualified to make that remark about you?”
The words of Vermilion Demon Lord left Maurice completely dumbfounded.
He wasn’t familiar with Vermilion Demon Lord, but he had heard about Fire Spirit Lord. Legend had it that Divine Flame Mountain was formed from an object that Fire Spirit Lord had dropped.
An ordinary item dropped by Fire Spirit Lord had given rise to Divine Flame Mountain, which in turn birthed the powerful Violet Flame Sect.
These were unmistakable signs of Fire Spirit Lord’s immense identity and power in the realm of legends. And the Demon Lord before me is on par with Fire Spirit Lord himself?
Maurice was scared out of his wits. He finally understood why dealing with Jared, despite being a Fourth Level Tribulator, was so challenging.
“Mr. Vermilion, does the fact that your soul remnant can leave my consciousness field mean that this cave is similar to Demon Devouring Cave where you resided?” Jared turned to ask Vermilion Demon Lord.
Vermilion Demon Lord replied with a nod, explaining, “That’s right. They do share some similarities. Otherwise, I wouldn’t dare to expose my soul remnant. By the way, this also proves that this place is not a deadland.”
“I see!” Jared nodded in acknowledgment.
Casually, he grabbed his Demon Flogger and lashed out at Maurice without hesitation.
When the Demon Flogger struck, designed to target the spiritual sense of demons, Maurice let out a horrifying scream.
He could endure the physical pain, but this kind of spiritual torment was something Maurice could not bear.
“Remember what I said earlier? I won’t stop until you cry out for mercy,” Jared said as he whipped Maurice again. “Enjoy the torture.”
However, Maurice remained stubborn and refused to beg for mercy.
Before long, Maurice had been beaten unconscious. Maurice’s trembling torso was all that remained, devoid of strength in his limbs.
Upon seeing the situation, Jared used his Demon Flogger to bind Maurice. Leading him by hand, he began to search for a way out of the cave.
Every step Jared took left a haunting trail of blood.
When Maurice woke up, he realized he was being dragged around by Jared like a lifeless ragdoll. At that moment, he completely lost his composure.
