Chapter 3939 Intelligent Blood Vessels

The Diabolic Earth flowed quickly along Zen's body. It was as fluid as water, and as red as blood.

The two kings of Diabolic Demons held on to Zen, dragging him all the way up. Soon they emerged from the ground.

Zen quickly looked around him. Nearby, he caught sight of an object that looked like a triangular flower petal. The moment he confirmed his position, Zen's lips curved in a bitter smile.

He had managed to dig for dozens of miles underground—but he dug in the opposite direction. He was now right in the center of the Land of Diabolic Demons.

"Drag him in," ordered the king of Diabolic Demons in the lead.

The two kings who had Zen in their grasp dragged him towards the triangular petal.

There was a series of sharp cracking sounds.

As Zen came closer, he realized that the triangular petal was in actuality an enormous living creature. The triangle shape was the mouth of some kind of monster. It was ringed with huge spikes.

The kings dragged Zen directly into the triangular petal, and tendrils as thick as fingers suddenly stretched out from the depths of the mouth. The tendrils snaked around Zen until they were wrapped tightly around his whole body.

"Don't try to struggle," one of them told Zen.

"This is the most painless way to die," said the other king. "If you try to struggle and escape, we will ensure that you suffer a fate worse than death."

Zen calmly listened to their warnings.

Curiously he asked, "Aren't you going to eat me?"

The kings snorted with disgust. One of them snapped, "We don't eat humans."

With that, they checked to see that he was secure in the grip of the tendrils. Then they turned and walked away from the triangular petal.

The four kings of Diabolic Demons stood in a circle around the petal and Zen. They stretched out their thin arms, waving their sharp claws as they communicated to each other in their own language. As Zen was held immobile, the kings were soon accompanied by other Diabolic Demons, and they all began to sing and dance.

"If they're not planning to eat me, then what? Is this petal-mouth going to swallow me?" Zen asked the Primeval Lord of Heaven.

"Even if they devour you, they won't be able to inherit your bloodline power. So naturally they won't do such a thing," replied the Primeval Lord of Heaven. "The formation of these death lands isn't a coincidence. The residents all have their own methods of sacrifice."

"Sacrifice..." For a moment Zen was puzzled. Then he understood what the Primeval Lord of Heaven meant. "Swallowing Eternal Realm warriors?"

"Yes," admitted the Primeval Lord of Heaven. He explained, "Sacrificing Eternal Realm warriors will increase the strength of their entire race, so every Eternal Realm warrior is the prey of all the Other Shore crea

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Meanwhile, outside the triangle petal, there was a sense of uncertainty in the air.

The four kings of Diabolic Demons and the others behind them were all kneeling in unison on the ground.

Sacrificing was a significant and solemn act for Diabolic Demons, and they always kept absolutely quiet until the whole ceremony was completed.

They knew the sacrifice was complete when they felt the power surging in their bodies. This would be strongest in the four kings, who stood to benefit the most from each sacrifice.

Based on past experience, the sacrificial ceremony should end after around five minutes.

But by now, at least twenty minutes had passed, and none of them felt any surge of power. It was still not done.

On very rare occasions, the sacrifice took longer than five minutes. It happened only when the bloodline of the sacrificial object was very pure and of the highest quality. So at first, their anticipation rose at the delay, as they realized that this sacrifice would yield results that were better than usual.

However, as time went by, the king of Diabolic Demons in the lead began to sense that something had gone wrong. Regardless of purity, the ceremony should not have lasted longer than fifteen or twenty minutes at the most. What had happened inside the petal?

By the time thirty minutes had passed, every single Diabolic Demon present at the ceremony began to feel restless and uneasy. There was still absolute silence, but everyone began looking furtively at the petal, or exchanging wordless glances with each other.

Finally, the most important of the kings of Diabolic Demons made up his mind. He stood up, and all the demons who still knelt were shocked. They watched as the king began making his way to the petal to see what was going on.