Chapter 4003
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She hadn't even killed a single demonic beast yet, so why would she smell blood?
The key was that the smell of blood was way too fresh and sweet.
It stimulated the demon core in her body to spin rapidly and a strong desire to eat surged in her heart.
Night Spirit quickly kept the smelly meat and followed the smell of blood.
Before long, she saw a person covered in blood in a crack in the rocks.
Was this a human or a corpse?
Night Spirit fell into deep thought as she looked at the woman whose chest was flat and her clothes were completely soaked in blood.
She was said to be alive but there was no fiendish qi at all.
Even though she was dead, that beautiful face of hers was still rosy and fair. She was so beautiful that even a demoness like Night Spirit could not help but want to swallow her saliva.
The aesthetics of demons were usually different from spirit cultivators.
They revered strength and strength more, while women preferred the enchanting and charming Snow Girl, a stunner with all kinds of amorous feelings.
The so-called peerless beauties that spirit cultivators talked about.
To demons, they were all boring and pretentious little cabbages that were fake and pure. It was disgusting to look at them.
They were not as interesting as demons who respected their own desires.
But even so …
Night Spirit could not help but admit that the woman before her was very beautiful.
Be it the aesthetics of humans or demons, she was so beautiful that she forgot to breathe for a moment.
However, the shock only lasted for a moment as Night Spirit snapped back to her senses.
What was the use of being pretty?
Could being pretty be used as food?
Soft skin and tender flesh could be used as food?
Night Spirit's eyes shone with greed and desire as she stuck out her tongue and licked her lips.
She had been hungry for a long time.
She did not know how this human girl fell into the abyss.
However, since she fell in front of her, she was her food.
If she was dismembered and divided into more than ten pieces, she would be able to eat for half a month.
Night Spirit's eyes shone with a green glint as she raised her hands. With a crack, ten sharp black nails pierced out.
Low-level demonic soldiers and guards were usually unarmed.
But to the Devil Race, their strong bodies were the best weapons.
Her black nails slowly extended towards the girl's fair and slender neck and sliced gently.
She could feel her flesh being sliced open.
Night Spirit was extremely excited and even trembled in excitement.
However, before she could cut off the girl's head and drink a few mouthfuls of fresh blood.
He felt a burning sensation on his fingertips.
"Ahhhh —!!"
Shrill screams echoed throughout the valley.
Clutching his wrist, Night Spirit rolled on the ground and wailed.
The hand that had grown sharp nails and was about to take someone's life had already disappeared.
Or rather, he was melted alive.
Night Spirit was a demonic creature born from the heavens.
It was born in an ancient battlefield filled with vengeful spirits, filth, blood, and cruelty.
To be able to grow from the lowest level of demonic creatures without intelligence to a demonic soldier that could take human form and fight, the pain and suffering they had gone through was unimaginable for ordinary spirit cultivators.
Even so, Night Spirit could not take it anymore.
At this moment, the pain she was suffering was a hundred times more intense than the most unbearable pain she had ever experienced.
It wasn't just her hands that were melting.
Even her magic core seemed to have melted a little, forming a gap.
Her cultivation dropped from rank five mo weapon to rank three.
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