Chapter 686: Watch how I bluff him

The plot is wrong. Those imps who stood up hurriedly put away their fireballs and fingers, knelt down again, and then quietly rubbed into the pile of companions who had been kneeling properly all along.

How would those companions dare to let them rub in? They kicked them out with hands and feet. That terrifying 'little girl' had been staring at them all along. What if they mixed into a pile, and that little girl couldn't tell who was who and beat them all up together?

Thus, the imps quickly divided into two piles, one pile trembling with fear, the other pile arrogant.

The Little Angel rushed up excitedly, one punch per eye socket, one punch per eye socket.

The hearts of the Void Elves also went up and down like a roller coaster. In this place, Ancient Gods are supreme existences, and all creatures struggle to survive in the shadows of Ancient Gods.

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Those protected by Ancient Gods are fine, but if not, their situation is no different from rats in a sewer. They scatter like birds and beasts as soon as an Ancient God arrives, and only dare to show their heads after the Ancient God leaves.

Or, like these imps, relying on a bit of blood relationship, following behind the Purgatory Demon King to pick up leftovers and living quite comfortably.

And among the rankings of many Ancient Gods, the Ancient God Hunter Purgatory Twins undoubtedly have a higher level, and no other Ancient God dares to harass his territory.

If it were those low-level Ancient Gods, such as those in the Wandering God Alliance, they themselves would be targets for other Ancient Gods to hunt. How would they have the ability to protect other creatures?

Even if they weren't hunted, two Ancient Gods fighting for territory could still implicate these Void Elves.

On the contrary, in the territory of the Purgatory Twins, although they will be harassed by imps, the difficulty of survival is actually the lowest.

However, now, this Purgatory Demon King, who is several levels higher than an Ancient God in the eyes of the Void Elves, is actually kneeling obediently in front of Ang, his whole body filled with blood mist, fierce and unparalleled.

This contrast of being both fierce and obedient made many people very uncomfortable.

Ang didn't feel anything, nodded to let him get up, and then went to fiddle with the tender hemp again.

Tender hemp that can grow in the low-oxygen, lightless environment of the void is a very rare crop, and its value is immeasurable.

Whether it is cultivating new crops based on tender hemp or hybridizing crops with tender hemp characteristics, as long as the characteristic of being able to grow in the low-temperature, oxygen-deficient environment of the void can be retained, a new lineage can be formed.

Just like No. 3 Magic Rice and bananas, all No. 3 Magic Rice grown in the main plane have the same ancestor, and for the more extreme bananas, the whole world is its clone.

Facing such a valuable crop, how could Ang have time to pay attention to anything else? Anyway, someone will entertain them.

Anthony smiled and cast Divine Soul Possession, and then walked up.

This was Anthony's first time facing a real Ancient God head-on. The previous Dark Wings and Starfire Goddess were not faced by him, so he didn't feel it deeply. Moreover, neither Dark Wings nor Starfire Goddess had the power of the Purgatory Demon King.

When the Starfire Goddess doesn't gather starfire, she is like a harmless cat-loving young lady. Dark Wings is a clone of the Abyss Big Mouth, and its power depends on how much power the Abyss Big Mouth projects.

Only the Purgatory Twins are Ancient Gods born for battle, with ferocious appearances and violent power. His dispersed blood mist has strong polluting properties. If the dead wood on the ground is polluted, it will slowly corrode. You must know that this is a remnant of a World Tree that has been immortal for fifty thousand years.

If any creature can survive under the pollution and erosion of the blood mist, it is possible to evolve into a demon. This is the origin of the demon race.

Of course, the blood mist is not released casually. Only when the Purgatory Twins are in a combat state and power overflows will this blood mist be produced.

Just now, when the Little Demon King approached, he was in a combat state, so there was blood mist all the way. Now that he has put away the combat state, there is still blood mist, mainly because—he did it on purpose.

Anthony could guess the general psychology with his toes: You can't even block my aura, why should you be on equal footing with me?

This is trying to give everyone a warning.

However, the Little Demon King indeed has this qualification. The pressure he brought to Anthony was real. Without casting Divine Soul, Anthony would have no way to resist the pollution of this blood mist. This was his first real feeling of the power of an Ancient God.

But the next moment, Anthony almost laughed out loud. He saw the big cat had already sneaked to the ground at some point, and taking advantage of the Little Demon King's inattention, it reached out and scooped, and a large piece of blood mist disappeared with a whoosh.

Now all the power is gone. Anthony endured his laughter and said: "Purgatory Demon King, hello. I am Anthony, a believer of the King. This is the King's mouthpiece, the God of Knowledge, Negris. The King is studying the remains of the World Tree of Ten Thousand Realms. I will explain the specific matters to you."

After a pause, Anthony said again: "I have to advise you on one thing. It's best to put away your blood mist. If you touch the King's crops, you will be in big trouble."

After a pause, Anthony added: "If you don't put it away, it will be gone."

The Little Demon King was a bit confused. He looked at the blood mist that was about to disperse in front of Ang, and then looked at Anthony, frowning: This human doesn't seem to be lying to me. Will it be big trouble? What trouble will there be? If I don't put it away, it will be gone?

He wanted to argue, but thinking of Ang's strange methods, he hesitated and decided to listen to advice and put it away.

He stretched out his palm, tightened it upwards, and the surrounding blood mist flew towards his palm, condensing into a blood-red bead.

However, the Little Demon King immediately discovered something strange. The amount of blood mist was too small. He had a rough idea of how much blood mist he had dispersed, but why was it half gone now?

He turned his head to look behind him, only to see that it was clean behind him. Where was there any blood mist?

Where is my Purgatory Mist? He turned his head with a puzzled face, and then was shocked. He saw his palm was clean, where was the trace of the blood-colored bead?

Who is it? Who is it? Who can touch the things in his palm without knowing it? If they can quietly touch the blood bead, they can quietly cut off his hand. If he doesn't figure out who it is, the Little Demon King won't even dare to relax when squatting in the pit.

Is it him? His gaze fell on Anthony, who had a mysterious smile, and then turned to Negris, who also had a mysterious smile. Or is it it?

Then he turned to Lightning and the big cat with its claws tucked in its arms. Could it be them? Hey, why does this cat look a bit like the one raised by Starfire?

He swept across the Little Angel, Little Zombie, Aishikelisi, and others, and finally returned to Anthony, looking suspicious.

Although he didn't know who it was, there was no doubt that someone here could touch things from his palm silently.

He originally wanted to show off his strength so that these people would recognize the gap and respect him more in the future, but he didn't expect the other party to give him a warning in return. Who exactly is it?

Anthony and Negris had mysterious smiles on their faces, but behind their backs, they were communicating with their souls: After the big cat absorbed the hole of the hole-worm, it touched things faster. This Little Demon King seems to be scared. Watch how I bluff him.

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