Chapter 3940 Poison

The altar formed by the triangular petal was a living being.

As far as the kings of Diabolic Demons knew, none of the Eternal Realm warriors who were locked up in the altar had succeeded in breaking free.

After all, they hadn't been able to catch the powerful Eternal Realm warriors. The ones they had caught were weak.

But unfortunately for them, they had encountered the strange phenomenon that was Zen.

The hollow thorns kept stabbing Zen and piercing into his body, but they couldn't get any blood. The altar seemed to sense the changes in Zen's body. As a result, more tendrils with hollow thorns began to grow.

The hollow thorns remained in Zen's body once they pierced through it. More and more of them stung and pinched at him with every passing minute.

It wasn't long before Zen's body became densely packed with thorns, making him look like a hedgehog.

As the number of hollow thorns in Zen's body increased, little room was left for his blood vessels to move.

"There is no way out. Why don't you fight back? Isn't this enough?" Zen said through gritted teeth.

Zen's heart was divided into many parts, connected by a main meridian, to avoid the hollow thorns.

"Who are you talking to? Why is your body so special?"

The voice came from inside the living altar.

"I'm talking to myself, obviously," Zen said with a wry smile. "My bloodline is special, or I would have torn you apart by now."

"You alone?" the living altar sneered. "I don't know how you've changed your blood vessels but I will stab more thorns into your body."

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

More hollow thorns appeared and shot towards Zen in unison.

Zen smiled at this sight. Only by infuriating the living altar would the ancestry-level bloodline take the matter seriously.

He would then suffer less.

After the last wave of thorns got into Zen's body, the twisted blood vessels could no longer escape them and were pierced in many places.

"Since you're locked up here, there's no point in struggling," the living altar said as i

The king walked towards Zen. He had only taken two steps when Zen discovered that with every step he took, a black footprint was stamped on the scarlet Diabolic Earth.

"The color on your body is fading," Zen pointed out.

The king looked down and his face froze.

The black color on his body spread along his feet and into the Diabolic Earth, like a dye dripping into water.

"Poison!"

the king roared, jumping up into the air and trying to fly.

But his body suddenly felt powerless and he fell to the ground once again, this time, merging into the Diabolic Earth.

He could still be resurrected since the Diabolic Earth could help him through the process for an infinite number of times.

The poison on Zen's fingertips, however, hadn't been aimed at the king, but at the Diabolic Earth.

"Our Diabolic Earth has been poisoned!"

"Dig away the black earth!"

"Kill that brat first!"

The other three kings screamed, flustered.

Their greatest crisis was not that they were facing Zen, but the poison that had spread throughout the Diabolic Earth.

The Diabolic Demons rushed to dig the black Diabolic Earth out. But the earth they dug out merely rose high into the air and fell to the ground again.

What was worse was that the black poison had spread not only across the surface of the Diabolic Earth, but also deep underground.