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As he nodded his head with satisfaction, his affected heart no longer felt a little guilty due to the influence of money.

Alexander then left the cave filled with corpses and the stench of blood. As his figure disappeared, the place became quiet as night.

Suddenly someone appeared in thin air from the battlefield, a man not a human but so different than a human, the humanoid figure had red skin, black horns, and a long tail.

The humanoid figure is clad in red pants secured by a yellow belt, boasting a muscular physique. Its arms and hands are adorned with flame tattoos and end in sharp claws. The creature's eyes are wide, conveying a sinister expression.

He surveyed the place with a contemptuous smile, seemingly unfazed by the scene before him. To him, it was clearly normal he was undoubtedly an experienced individual.

"Alas, I was too late," he muttered, initially with a laugh.

"I could have tasted it—the aroma was so enticing, so rich, so fragrant, ahhh!" As he finished, he scratched his face with his sharp claws, resembling a deranged patient.

The nails, driven deep into his flesh, tore through his face, leaving a trail of crimson that spread like a spiderweb.

Blood dripped from the wounds, staining the nails a gruesome red, and the rest cascaded to the ground, forming a pool of crimson beneath him.

His eyes were blazed red with black pupils, radiating fury as his prey slipped away.

"Why is he so fragrant? How can a human in a lower realm smell so good, why! Why!!!" he shouted, the bloodlust spreading throughout the cave, causing the ground to shake and the wind to disperse, even extinguishing the torches' flames.

His bloodlust was thirty times greater than Alexander's, and his mere presence was enough to shatter mountains and crush any warrior who dared to face him.

Fortunately, Alexander was already returning. Suddenly, the birds and crows near the cave were startled and took flight in a panic, as if terrified by something.

Alexander, who was already a good distance away, stopped and looked back, his eyes narrowing in confusion.

He just stopped and did not ponder it anymore as he then resumed his journey, assuming that some beast or creatures had frightened the birds.

Knowing that beast in the night are very active in hunting preys. Inside the cave, as he subdued his bloodlust, the atmosphere began to stabilize, and the torchlight resumed its normal glow.

What was astonishing was the speed of his healing; once he ceased scratching his face, the wounds closed so rapidly it was as if they had never existed, surpassing Alexander's recovery by a hundredfold.

The humanoid's face bore a gloomy expression, a clear sign of his foul mood. He could no longer smell it, he was baffled by the impossibility of not sensing him, even with his True Sight.

"Don't bother trying to locate him. I've concealed his presence so thoroughly that you won't find him, even if you wish to," a nonchalant voice resonated throughout the cave.

Taken aback, the humanoid's face shifted to one of wariness as he frantically scanned the area with anxious eyes.

"Who are you? Come out! Are you too afraid to confront me directly?" The humanoid man sneered disdainfully, unafraid of the hidden enemy, having only been startled initially.

"Me, afraid? A lowly demon like you dares to be so arrogant before me?" A calm voice responded as a portal, resembling a blue door, materialized from the void.

Suddenly a silhouette vaguely a humanoid, with a head, torso, and limbs. However, the edges of its form aren't smooth. They appear jagged and pixelated, as if the digital data defining its shape is being corrupted.

Some areas seem to be dissolving into a haze of static, while others are momentarily solid before fading again.
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The humanoid figure, referred to as a demon, was startled by the entity's appearance. As his foot touched the ground, it turned pixelated as though it was infected by a virus.

Yet, when he lifted his foot, which was continuously morphing in shape and color, the ground restored itself to its original state.

The demon regained his composure and gazed at the entity fearlessly.

"So, you're actually a broken human—or should you even be called human? Nevertheless, since you've appeared before me, I will send you to the other world without pain," he declared, his smile broadening and his eyes emitting a crimson glow.

The pixelated man simply stood there, gazing at him, devoid of a face—no eyes, nose, or brows. Yet, the demon felt the weight of his stare.

"You seem quite confident in your strength," the entity remarked, despite lacking a mouth.

The clarity of his voice was unmistakable, as if the absence of a mouth posed no issue at all, this leaves the demon puzzled about the means of the entity used to communicate, arousing his suspicion about its ability to use tricks.

"Or should I say, your recovery ability, am I correct?" the entity murmured.

The demon, upon hearing this, was unfazed, having invaded every realm hundreds of thousands of years ago.

Their abilities are known across the realms, heck even children from the most desolate places know of their special powers.

"Are you scared? Ha! Even if you chop me into pieces and burn me to ashes, I will still live," he sneered with a face full of pride.

This is why they have caused countless massacres over the centuries. Even the mightiest forces of the middle realms cannot kill a lesser demon, their only options is by sealing it away. This proves that a single lower-class demon is sufficient to wreak havoc in the lower realms.

The entity remained silent, merely gazing at him as he uttered words that left him shocked and speechless.

"You're quite arrogant and presumptuous for a mere slave, huh?" the entity whispered to him.

Initially taken aback, the demon quickly recovered his poise and responded, "Indeed, we are slaves, for we are nothing but lower-class demons, and as such, we are regarded as servants by those above our ranks," he declared, his tone was indifferent.

"You're aware of what I'm referring to, so cease your pretense," the entity stated, his voice was serene as the sea.

Upon hearing this, the demon was so shocked that it was evident on his face. This information was such a taboo that they would rather die than speak of it; even under torture, they would not utter a word about their existence.

For them, the beings behind them were entities to which their demon race could not hold a candle. Their power was so unfathomable that their special abilities seemed even more insane than theirs.

He was utterly shocked, greatly shocked. Their existence had been forgotten and lost to time. How could this strange entity before him possibly know about them?

"You—how do you know this? We demons have always been tight-lipped. Even facing death, we wouldn't speak of them. How do you know?" The demon stuttered, fear was evident in his gaze.

One thought crossed his mind, yet he refused to believe it. It was impossible unless he was a Celestial Lord that had lived for millions of years.

Throughout the realm, only one person held this title that he knew of, and it was their emperor. The demon became afraid of the entity in front of him as he took a step back.

"So, I was correct? They are still alive, huh? Well, that's hardly surprising, given that they are known as one of the most advanced lifeforms, second only to the race of high humans. It's not really astonishing, considering it's in their bloodline to live for millions of years, even without cultivating," the entity remarked, placing his glitching hand on his jaw, looking upward as if deep in thought.

The demon, who was listening intently, remained skeptical. He was aware that the beings behind them were among the highest life forms, yet their true appearance he had never caught a glimpse of it, in his whole life.

As for the 'High Human,' another higher life form, this was the first time he had ever encountered this term.

"After learning all of this, you're not going to spare my life, are you?" the demon asked, facing him directly.

The arrogance once present had now been replaced by fear.

The demon race had known fear only once before, and that was hundreds of thousand years ago, at the hands of that cultivator.

Since then, no other beings had caused them to flee merely at the sight of him. Yet, the entity before him now seemed no different from that cultivator.

"It's good that you recognize your fate for targeting my chosen successor. Allowing you to live and recount this encounter would be unwise. I am indifferent to your schemes of chaos across the realms, but since you've dared to threaten my Host who has only just begun his journey, I shall erase your existence first," the entity declared, pointing his index finger at him.

The man felt a suffocating pressure, so intense it seemed as though a planet was crushing him, eliciting a pained groan.

He lay on the ground, which caved in with a cracking sound that reverberated through the earth.

The demon's eyes were wide with fear, every hair on its body standing on end. Its mind screamed to run, to escape, but it was paralyzed.

The entity that had appeared before him was once like an ordinary person, but now it had transformed into a being so imposing that the demon couldn't even raise its head to meet its gaze.

"Obliterate," the entity muttered, pointing at him.

Suddenly, he was enveloped in spectral blue lights. His arms and legs began to fade, as if he were being erased from existence.

He was not happy; he was angry, he was filled with endless regret. If only he had hidden beneath the earth with his companions, he might have survived.

He was utterly reluctant, yet he found himself only able to hum as the pressure increased. The spectral lights, slowly consuming him, had engulfed everything until only his face was visible.

Then, it too disintegrated into particles, leaving no evidence of the events that had unfolded.

"This time, the realms will be thrown into chaos," the entity muttered, a hint of amusement in its voice.

It took a step back, disappearing into the swirling portal that had materialized from thin air. "Another good movie to watch, if I'm right," it added, its voice fading into the void as the portal closed behind it.

As he retreated, the door closed slowly, engulfing his figure entirely, as if he had never been there.