Complete Martial Arts Attributes

Three black tokens hovered above the heads of the three Moth Demon Race Demon Venerables.

Three black beams of light erupted from them, extending towards the distant void.

From the Blood God's clone's perspective, these three beams of light directly vanished into space, moving at an extremely high speed.

"That's the location of the Moth Demon Race's void fortress. What are they trying to do?"

He wondered inwardly.

It wasn't just the Blood God's clone who noticed this; the various Dark Races also sensed something.

After all, everyone was familiar with the location of the Moth Demon Race's void fortress.

Moreover, these three Moth Demon Race Demon Venerables seemed to be out of options. Apart from calling for outside help, there didn't seem to be any better solutions.

"It seems the Moth Demon Race doesn't have any other Demon Venerable-level beings here."

"Oh? What makes you say that?"

"With such a major event occurring, if the Moth Demon Race had any other Demon Venerable-level beings, or even mid-level Demon Venerables, they would have already appeared."

What if the Moth Demon Race had other mid-level Demon Venerables hidden in the shadows?

The various Dark Races were accustomed to this style of concealing their strength, so no one could accuse anyone else of being insidious.

Dark Races were just like that.

Better to get used to it.

"..."

The three Moth Demon Race Demon Venerables naturally heard the discussions of the various Dark Races, even though they were conducted in secret, they weren't completely concealed.

This was actually meant for them to hear.

To gauge their reaction.

Since they had already offended them before, they didn't mind continuing to offend the Moth Demon Race.

And the expressions of the three Moth Demon Race Demon Venerables indeed became somewhat unsightly, slightly darkened, and gloomy as if water would drip from them.

This further confirmed the suspicions of the various Dark Races.

The Moth Demon Race seemed to be truly out of options.

Boom!

Just as the various Dark Races were discussing, a rumble suddenly echoed in the distant void, transmitted from afar, shaking the space.

"Such a big commotion!"

"What are the Moth Demon Race up to now?"

"They wouldn't have moved their void fortress over here, would they?"

...

Some Dark Races made such jesting remarks, but not many believed it. How could a void fortress be moved so easily? It was related to the layout of the entire dark lair.

It could be said that the entire Black Blood Void Fortress was actually composed of the void fortresses of various races.

Here, each race's void fortress had its fixed role and couldn't be moved arbitrarily, otherwise it would create flaws in the Black Blood Void Fortress.

The high-level members of the various Dark Races were aware of this, so they didn't think the Moth Demon Race would do such a thing.

However...

They didn't consider the Moth Demon Race's current predicament.

If they were in the same situation as the Moth Demon Race, they might have made the same decision.

"They really moved the void fortress over here!"

The Blood God's clone activated the [True Sight Eye], seeing further than the other Dark Races. He had already seen the enormous black shadow traversing the void in the distance. It was indeed the Moth Demon Race's void fortress.

He had passed by the Moth Demon Race's void fortress when he first entered this place, so he wouldn't mistake it.

"So, what exactly are they trying to do?" The Blood God's clone wondered inwardly.

Rumble!

The Moth Demon Race's void fortress was moving incredibly fast, even able to pierce through space, instantly traversing extremely long distances.

Amidst the violent rumbling, the surrounding space collapsed at a visible rate, and cracks spread in all directions.

Crack, crack, crack...

Amidst the sounds of unbearable strain, a huge spatial rift appeared.

The enormous black fortress slowly squeezed out from within.

"Holy crap!"

When the various Dark Races saw the silhouette of that massive black object, they couldn't help but utter a curse.

That was really the Moth Demon Race's void fortress!

Mad! Mad!

The Moth Demon Race was truly mad!

They actually moved their void fortress over here. What were they trying to do? Suppress the [Poisonous Nightmare Demon Body] with the void fortress?

One question after another appeared in the minds of the astonished Dark Races.

The void fortress did possess the ability to suppress and seal, but that required mobilizing a significant amount of its power.

Once this power was used for suppression, it couldn't be used elsewhere. If something really happened, it would definitely cause major problems.

In any case, if it were them, they probably wouldn't dare to move their void fortress so easily.

Otherwise, when the Bone Spirit Race was being bullied so badly by the Blood Race, they should have used their void fortress long ago, but they ultimately didn't, which was enough to illustrate the problem.

"Now that the Moth Demon Race has even mobilized their void fortress, the existence hidden within the [Poisonous Nightmare Demon Body] is probably in trouble."

"Let's see how they deal with this."

"If they can't escape, then this will be interesting. I'm really curious to know which race that being belongs to."

The eyes of the various Dark Race powerhouses flickered as they once again looked towards the location of the [Poisonous Nightmare Demon Body].

The development of events had reached this point, and frankly, it had completely exceeded their expectations, becoming somewhat confusing. Therefore, they were all somewhat anticipating the next developments.

The greater the conflict, the more interesting it looked, wasn't it?

If the person behind the [Poisonous Nightmare Demon Body] was exposed and found to be a member of a special Dark Race, then it would be even more fun.

Would the Moth Demon Race swallow this insult, or would they go and seek revenge?

Boom!

Before long, the Moth Demon Race's void fortress completely squeezed out of the spatial rift and arrived above this void, causing immense shock.

The Blood God's clone's eyes flickered, somewhat amazed.

It must be admitted that this void fortress was indeed extremely magnificent and enormous. When it was spanning across the void, he was only looking at it from afar, and he didn't have too strong of a feeling.

Moreover, a large part of the entire void fortress was hidden within the dark mist, making it difficult for outsiders to see clearly.

He hadn't specifically investigated it either.

But now that this Moth Demon Race's void fortress had directly appeared before them, it was difficult for him not to see it clearly, and it was very direct.

The distance was also very close.

The palpable sense of oppression could be felt by anyone.

Even the Blood God's clone felt considerable pressure, and his body tensed up uncontrollably, as if he was about to be crushed.

"This!!!"

Xue'erman and the other Blood Race Dark Races were both shocked and angry, obviously also greatly affected.

They were too close, so the impact they received was the greatest.

Unexpectedly, they weren't affected by the power of the Dark Calamity before, but now they were suppressed by the Moth Demon Race's void fortress. It was truly a bit of a twist of fate.

"Hehehe... Blood Race, you've had your day."

A Dark Race sneered in the void.

The Blood Race had been unscathed under the power of the Dark Calamity, while they had lost so many powerhouses, and the various races had long been displeased.

Now that the Blood Race was finally being suppressed, although there wouldn't be any casualties, they had at least suffered a significant setback.

They felt somewhat better in their hearts.

"Hmph!" Xue'erman snorted coldly and said, "What does a mere oppressive force amount to? My Blood Race hasn't suffered any losses."

"Hehe, the Moth Demon Race has even mobilized their void fortress. Do you really think your Blood Son can protect you?"

Another Dark Race's voice came from the void.

"It would be best if they were suppressed by the Moth Demon Race," a Dark Race said with malice.

"Moth Demon Race, don't you want to take the opportunity to retaliate against the Blood Race? The opportunity is right before your eyes," yet another Dark Race directly urged the Moth Demon Race Demon Venerables to suppress the Blood Race.

"Bastard!"

"What are you saying?!"

"If you have the guts, come out and fight. What's the point of hiding in the shadows and stirring up trouble?"

Xue'erman and the other Blood Race Dark Races were furious and pointed at the surrounding void, shouting loudly.

Now they had experienced the frustration of being targeted like the Moth Demon Race before. They clearly knew people were there, but they didn't know which specific race it was, or rather, possibly every race was involved.

That was the most frustrating thing.

They could only vent their anger. If they were really to face so many Dark Races, they wouldn't dare to.

"Hahaha..."

The various Dark Races completely ignored Xue'erman and the other Blood Race Dark Races' impotent rage, and they all laughed, mocking them to the extreme.

Fun!

It was too much fun!

They thought they would at most just watch the Moth Demon Race's troubles, but now they had added the Blood Race, which was a bonus.

Some Dark Races were also somewhat displeased with the Blood Race's show of strength in the Bone Spirit Race's territory before, but they were afraid of the Blood God's clone's influence on the dark bodies, so they didn't take action.

Now that they saw the Blood Race being suppressed by the Moth Demon Race, they naturally welcomed it.

Perhaps they could take this opportunity to probe the Blood Race's strength.

It was somewhat helpless to say, the Blood Son leading the Blood Race was just a mid-level Demon Emperor realm peak existence, but he had actually stumped them all.

Fortunately, the situation was the same for all the races, and now they had a tacit understanding, and no one was exposing each other's weaknesses.

Vaguely, the Blood God's clone had somewhat become the common enemy of the various races.

The Blood God's clone sensed something and looked around, as if he could see through everything.

He knew exactly which race had spoken.

Giant Demon Race, Demon Armor Race, Demon Rock Race...

The other party thought he didn't know, but in reality, they had nowhere to hide.

"That look..."

However, some Demon Venerable-level powerhouses still sensed something, and a look of surprise appeared on their faces.

Could this Blood Race Blood Son see them?

Impossible!

How could the other party have such means?

Those high-level Demon Emperors were one thing, but they were Demon Venerable-level existences. How could a mid-level Demon Emperor see through their concealment methods? Was that reasonable?

That wasn't reasonable.

The other party's gaze was probably just a bluff.

Was he trying to intimidate them with this?

How laughable!

Just as the various Dark Race powerhouses were thinking this, the Blood God's clone smiled faintly, stopping Xue'erman and the other Blood Race Dark Races' impotent rage, and smiled faintly.

"What's the point of arguing with them? A bunch of people died, and they're still laughing there. I really admire them."

His tone was calm and casual, and he didn't show the slightest anger, as if he was just talking about a very ordinary thing.

But the effect was very good.

Xue'erman and the other Blood Race Dark Races felt comfortable, and a hint of pride appeared on their faces as they looked at the various Dark Races in a demonstrative manner.

Look, your people died.

And many died.

Weren't you going to laugh at each other?

Then come on, let's see who died more.

Let's hurt each other.

"You!"

"What did you say?!"

"Blood Race Blood Son, you're courting death!!"

The various Dark Races all broke down. No race could stand this sentence. The Blood God's clone had completely hit their sore spot.

So many people had died, and they were naturally not feeling well.

The reason why they were so displeased with the Blood Race was because they had lost many people, while not a single Blood Race member had died.

"A bunch of trash, unable to even protect their own people, and they still have the nerve to bark here." The Blood God's clone's tone was calm as he continued to provoke them.

It was actually quite enjoyable to argue with people.

Since the other party had come to his door, he had no reason to let them go.

Arguing was good for health.

Otherwise, it would be too uncomfortable to hold it in. Instead of that, it was better to make others feel uncomfortable.

"Damn it!!!"

The various Dark Races were so angry that they jumped up and down.

This Blood Race Blood Son actually called them trash. Who gave him the guts?

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Xue'erman and the other Blood Race Dark Races had strange expressions on their faces and sneered unceremoniously. Since these Dark Races didn't give them any face, they wouldn't be polite either.

Especially with the Blood Son taking the lead, they had even more confidence.

They weren't afraid at all.

Weren't they just the major Dark Races? The Blood Son wasn't afraid, so what were they afraid of? The Blood Son would take care of everything.

"..."

The three Moth Demon Race Demon Venerables' attention was also attracted to the situation here. They glanced at the Blood God's clone, then looked at the various Dark Races, with strange expressions in their eyes.

These bastards also had times when they were speechless.

To be honest, they even wanted to thank the Blood Race Blood Son.

This was really satisfying!

They had been targeted so badly before, but they couldn't do anything to the various Dark Races, and they had to hold their breath, wanting to get back at them in the future.

But now, the Blood Race Blood Son took revenge on the spot. Why did they need to wait until the future?

Lost!

They had still lost!

"Blood Race Blood Son, you're very arrogant!" At this time, a majestic and cold voice came from the void again.

"Don't even the Demon Venerable-level existences dare to show themselves?" The Blood God's clone shrugged and looked askance.

He didn't even bother to give them a proper look.

"..."

The Demon Venerable-level existence who spoke felt as if he had punched cotton. His expression was uncertain. He wanted to show himself, but he felt that showing himself at this time wasn't a good time. After all, the Demon Venerables of the various races hadn't appeared, and if he appeared, wouldn't he be making himself a target?

For a time, this Demon Venerable-level existence was stuck in an awkward position, in a dilemma.

However, it wasn't stupid. It quickly realized something and said to the Demon Moth Tribe's Demon Venerable in a sinister tone, "This is your best opportunity. Suppressing the Blood Race is just a side matter. You might even be able to get some information about the Dark Body from them."

"Hehe, sowing discord is a very low-level tactic," the Blood God clone said with a faint smile. (End of this chapter)