At this moment, over the Broken Demon Sea, there were only two figures: Xu Zimei and the demon corpse.
Xu Zimei appeared very small and thin, while the demon corpse was incredibly massive, creating a stark contrast.
Xu Zimei sighed.
He knew the identity of this demon corpse.
Perhaps more familiar than anyone else.
Within the Demon Race, besides the Ten Great Demon Generals, there were also four protectors.
One of these four protectors was Lin.
The status of a protector was even above that of a Demon General.
Because the strength of a protector, at minimum, started at the level of a Taoist Fruit.
Among them were not missing the presence of Three Flowers.
"Why have you fallen to such a state?" Xu Zimei sighed.
In this Broken Demon Sea, the black sea water was not something else.
But Demon Blood.
That's right, Lin's black blood had stained this region of the sea, and after countless ages, it still hadn't faded.
"I am in slumber, waiting for the day of the Demon's Advent."
