In these past few days, Zhao Tiancheng's experiences alone could fill a bloody, tear-soaked saga.
Every day now, he repented for having joined the Glorious Empire, this massive pitfall.
If only he had joined another faction back then, or simply given up and entered Xiao Mo's alliance.
Perhaps then, he wouldn't have encountered such a dreadful situation.
But in this world, there's no medicine for regret. He could only drown in his remorse.
Now, as he drifted along, he found himself following the Mother God Milsrina into the upper echelons, into the Blood Moon.
Surrounded by dense demonic energy, he felt he might as well be dead!
Zhao Tiancheng hugged himself tightly, minimizing his presence.
He watched, terrified and tense, as Mother God Milsrina, along with several of the Ten Demon Lords and the Dark Emperor, angrily discussed these matters.
Mother God Milsrina clutched her face. The wound still emitted a golden light, and demonic energy continuously seeped out.
Furthermore, everyone present could faintly sense that Mother God Milsrina's aura was steadily declining.
Evidently, her strength was also slowly regressing. Though it was gradual, it was ceaseless.
Mother God Milsrina was clearly dazed by the situation.
Even before the remaining Ten Demon Lords and the Dark Emperor, she continued to weep and plead.
"What about my face? Your Majesty, the Dark Emperor, please, can you help me now? Get rid of this damned golden light on my face? I don't want my strength to keep falling!"
As Mother God Milsrina wept, her snow-white chest heaved, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage.
Hesiodam, the Lord of the Glorious Empire, almost stared himself blind. However, all the demons present were oblivious to the beautiful scenery.
The Dark Emperor, who had been named, cast a displeased glance at Mother God Milsrina before speaking.
"Just a God Lord-level deity, and you're this formidable? To be able to wound you like this!"
"Is it that you, Mother God Milsrina, have been too negligent, leading to a decline in your strength, which is why this happened!"
"Lord Dildernima, the Divine King, is also dead. We've lost a demon of Divine King caliber."
"And you, being the first to venture out, have already encountered such a situation. It's truly embarrassing!"
Mother God Milsrina, who had sought comfort, was instead scolded and pouted, clearly unhappy.
"Your Majesty, the Dark Emperor, it's not entirely my fault!"
"You don't know, but a Territorial Lord has appeared on the Primordial Continent. He is exceptionally powerful!"
"And he's completely different from ordinary deities. He's incredibly troublesome!"
"Territorial Lord?"
Hearing this novel appellation, the Dark Emperor asked with great curiosity.
"What is a Territorial Lord? Why are they different from the ordinary deities on the Primordial Continent? Explain it to me properly!"
Upon hearing them mention the Territorial Lord, Zhao Tiancheng knew he was about to be dragged into this.
As expected, the next moment, he felt a powerful suction force emanating from himself.
Then, he found himself brought before several of the Ten Demon Lords and the Dark Emperor.
Facing the formidable divine might of the Ten Demon Lords and the Dark Emperor, Zhao Tiancheng's eyes rolled back, feeling as though he would faint any second.
Mother God Milsrina pointed at Zhao Tiancheng and said.
"Your Majesty, the Dark Emperor, ask him about all of this. He knows everything!"
Zhao Tiancheng trembled, feeling that he was about to perish.
Just then, he felt a lightness all over his body, and the terrifying divine might instantly vanished.
It turned out that the Ten Demon Lords and the Dark Emperor, upon realizing Zhao Tiancheng's usefulness, had completely withdrawn their divine might.
"Speak, tell me what kind of being a Territorial Lord is!"
Zhao Tiancheng's heart was now dead. He felt that whether he spoke or not, he would die. Thus, he remained frozen, unwilling to utter a single word.
The others, seeing Zhao Tiancheng like this, frowned in displeasure.
Only Hesiodam, the Lord of the Glorious Empire, knew why Zhao Tiancheng was acting this way. He let out a cold snort and said.
"Tell us properly what this Territorial Lord is. If you explain it well, perhaps we won't kill you!"
"But if you continue to be uncooperative like this, you should know the methods demons use to torture people! In any case, it will certainly make you wish you were dead!"
Upon hearing Hesiodam, the Lord of the Glorious Empire's words, Zhao Tiancheng awoke as if from a dream. He shot Hesiodam a resentful glance.
Then he said, "If I speak, will you truly spare my life?"
Hesiodam shrugged and pointed at the Ten Demon Lords and the Dark Emperor.
"You should ask them."
Before Zhao Tiancheng could ask further, the Ten Demon Lords and the Dark Emperor immediately said.
"A Territorial Lord is a very peculiar race. As long as you tell us properly what kind of being a Territorial Lord is, we will not kill you."
Although Zhao Tiancheng knew that these otherworldly demons were untrustworthy, he had no other choice now.
So, he sighed with a troubled heart and said.
"A Territorial Lord is..."
He repeated what he had told Mother God Milsrina earlier, then added.
"Especially a person named Xiao Mo, he is even more miraculous and powerful!"
You can't defeat him, you definitely can't defeat him!
Although Zhao Tiancheng dared not voice the last sentence, he repeated it silently in his heart.
"Xiao Mo!?"
"It's this person again!"
"Last time it was this person who wasted our time. This time, Xiao Mo has appeared again to cause trouble. Truly, if we don't show him a lesson, he won't know how red the flowers are!"
"So, Mother God Milsrina, you were also injured by Xiao Mo this time? It seems Xiao Mo really has some skill!"