"Evil Eye Domain!"
The demon Mo Fan had long seen through the intentions of the people with higher authority and lower authority.
The thick mist had trapped an Angel. It was obviously one of the powerful magic formations of the Dubai Magus Tower.
However, as a demon who had mastered the Chaos, Shadow, and Space Elements, how could he possibly give his opponents a chance to trap him with a magic formation?
His eyes turned blood-red. The white clouds seemed to have been splashed with dark red paint. The eerie, terrifying color soon spread across the sky. Even the air had turned into a strong, bloody aura!
Before the Illusionary Cloud Formation could appear, the Rulers and the Rulers were dragged by Mofan into an eerie, blood-red, and ink-black realm. It was just like the most primitive era of the world. Lightning was lashing across the land, and wild auras were crushing the mountains. There was no sign of life, yet the air was filled with the scent of blood. It was a desolate place!
"Welcome to my paradise," Mofan grinned sinisterly.
It was the devil's paradise.
However, it was a blood-stained slaughterhouse for the Rulers!
There was no way they could escape!
At this moment, what the Rulers and Rulers needed to do was to find a relatively safe place to hide.
Once the demon with the bloody whip found them, their cries of agony would echo for a long time before they died!
…
Mofan had no intention of finding out the truth after coming here.
He did not believe the people who had colluded with Su Lu to kill Sharjah, the only survivor, were innocent!
As a matter of fact, no one in the rotten Asia Magic Association was truly innocent. Feng Zhoulong would not have died if they had not tried to curry favor with the powerful, or if they had not been weak and useless!
He did not ask the Rulers and the Rulers to contribute to the world that was on the verge of destruction. He only hoped that the person who could bring about a revolution would not be killed like this!
They all deserved to die!
Mofan's murderous intent increased every time he recalled how Feng Zhoulong had excitedly discussed how to merge the Ultimate Spells.
From the moment Zhan Kong and Qin Yu 'er were cruelly banished from the world, Mofan had already learned the true colors of the ruling class.
Rulers did not care about the life and death of their people. They only cared about whether their position would be threatened.
This had never changed since ancient times.
Therefore, it was better to stomp the Asia Magic Association into pieces.
It would be better to kill them all!!
He didn't show any mercy at all.
Every time he crushed a superior, the resentment that had accumulated in Mofan's heart would be relieved a little bit. Since the moment he learned about Feng Zhoulong's death, Mofan's heart had been tightly squeezed, and there wasn't a second that he didn't feel heartache.
Only now did Mofan's heart feel a little better, and his breathing was not full of bitterness after every tainted person, conspirator, and schemer had died under the claws of his demon!
Zhan Kong chose not to resist …
He chose to leave with Qin Yu'er and let this stupid world rot.
Mofan could not tolerate it.
He would finish the battle that had not ended in the Sacred City in his stead.
Mofan could not stand by and watch Zhan Kong and Feng Zhoulong, the true heroes of humanity, die!
They were full of righteousness, and were unwilling to commit a massacre even when they were about to die. It was up to him to do it.
Mofan was not afraid of falling into depravity.
He was not afraid of being despised by the world.
He was not afraid of becoming a heretic!
In a twisted world, the righteous people were heretics.
He could not awaken the Sacred Child Wen Tai, the Underworld King Zhan Kong, or the Scholar Feng Zhoulong.
No matter how many Saints he had, he could not awaken them. He would try it on himself, the demon!
It was your viciousness that awakened me.
It was your corruption that awakened me.
After so many struggles, so many battles, so many times he had become a hero in the hearts of the people, Mofan had never treated himself as a Saint.
Countless Saints had appeared around him, and they were more noble than him. They were willing to sacrifice themselves at all costs. Their greatness made Mofan feel ashamed.
Mofan finally understood why he could never be on the same level as them.
A Saint was still a Saint.
When the world bullied him, he would remain silent.
When the world tortured him, he would endure it.
When the world wanted him to be torn into pieces and beheaded, he would shout from the execution rack!
Mofan could not do it.
The blood of destruction flowed in his bones.
The demon was tailor-made for him, who was already a Saint!
"Chief Military Instructor, Feng Zhoulong …"
"I'm sorry, I can't become you."
For a moment, Mofan suddenly understood Salan's madness.
Wen Tai would die, and no one would be innocent, including every citizen.
Therefore, his revenge had always been to bury the ruler and the people in an altar of blood.
Mofan was not that crazy.
He only had eyes for the people who deserved to die.
…
Su Lu's influence was extremely great.
As soon as Mo Fan walked out of the bloody paradise, a middle-aged man with silver-gray hair appeared in front of him when more than twenty people with higher authority and lower authority had turned into corpses.
He appeared from the top floor of the Dubai Magus Tower. The badge on his chest was the badge of the Vice President.
Mofan had seen the man before.
He had shown up during the World College Tournament. He was the leader who had given them the first-place medal.
Mofan could not remember his name. He only remembered that the man was like the sun in the sky, so bright that no one could look at him directly.
"I remember you," the Forbidden Curse Man said in a deep voice.
The Forbidden Curse Man had recognized Mofan the moment he merged his Elements. The man who had come first in the World College Tournament, a young and promising man who had made a name for himself.
The Forbidden Curse Man was there when Su Lu was taming the Black Dragon at the Dragon Cliff on Mount Tyrant. Su Lu had a strong murderous intent. When Mofan and the others tried to interfere, the Forbidden Curse Man had stopped them from picking on them.
The Forbidden Curse Man was staring at Mofan.
He was astounded, too. He did not expect the young Mage whom he had high hopes for to possess such an evil and formidable power.
The Demon Element …
Even though only the Elements that everyone could Awaken were considered Elements, Mofan had clearly nurtured a unique Element.
It could be considered a Forbidden Spell, or an Evil Spell.
"You've already become a heretic. Why do you have to do this?" the Forbidden Curse Man said in pity.
"Why didn't you stop him?" Mofan asked in return.
"You're referring to the scholar. It's not as simple as you think. Su Lu might have done something wrong, but … "the Forbidden Curse Man paused for a moment. He subconsciously looked at the Black Dragon and Su Lu in the sky and continued.
"Even emperors make mistakes."
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