Brugh Gula, radiating a dense red light, seemed to blend seamlessly with the surrounding scenery.
He watched the numerous demon kings charging at him, but after completing his initial action, he made no further moves.
"What is he trying to do?"
John Klissen, observing from not too far away, raised an eyebrow at the sight.
Was he not going to resist such a barrage of attacks from multiple demon kings?
He instinctively wanted to warn Brugh Gula.
However, upon noticing that the other vampires nearby remained motionless, he ultimately chose silence.
He...
must have a contingency plan, right?
"Kill!"
Noticing the shift in the surrounding environment, the demon kings felt a tremor in their hearts and, simultaneously, charged towards Brugh Gula at an even faster pace.
They knew Brugh Gula was the source; if they could eliminate him, everything would dissipate.
The first to reach Brugh Gula was the Striped Tiger King.
With a roar, he lunged forward and bit directly.
At this very moment, John Klissen, watching from afar, jolted. His pupils widened as if he had seen a ghost.
Because he realized Brugh Gula had vanished without a trace at that instant.
And the Striped Tiger King, along with the other demon kings, seemed completely unaware of this.
The Striped Tiger King paid no mind to John Klissen's expression. He had already bitten into Brugh Gula's body.
"Hmph!"
The Striped Tiger King snorted, intending to finish Brugh Gula off in one go. Suddenly, a strange feeling washed over him.
"Strange? Why do I feel like I bit into air?"
The Striped Tiger King muttered.
"Kill!"
"All of us, attack!"
Just then, the other demon kings arrived next to the Striped Tiger King. They roared furiously!
Each of them unleashed their attacks.
Bang bang bang!
Countless fierce attacks rained down.
Upon impact, however, they felt no joy. Instead, their expressions froze.
Because at that moment, their feelings were identical to the Striped Tiger King's.
They did not feel their attacks landing on Brugh Gula.
Instead, they hit air, the ground, trees...
and so on.
In short, a myriad of bizarre targets, but none of them Brugh Gula.
Upon a closer look, it was indeed true!
What they were attacking was not Brugh Gula at all!
It was the trees, the ground, even the air!
"What is going on?"
Immediately, the demon kings exchanged bewildered glances. Seeing that their situations were the same, they scanned their surroundings.
They wanted to locate Brugh Gula precisely.
"Squeak squeak squeak!"
At this moment, a flash of red light flickered.
"A bunch of pathetic clowns, still dreaming of fighting me!"
"Tsk tsk tsk."
Brugh Gula's hoarse voice echoed from all directions.
"Where are you?"
"If you have the guts, come out!"
"What kind of skill is it to hide from us!"
Hearing this, the demon kings' faces turned ashen, and they roared in unison.
"Hahahaha!"
Another wave of eerie laughter rippled through the surroundings.
Following that.
Swish swish swish!
In the red world, an intensely brilliant crimson light erupted.
The crimson light was scarlet and piercing.
Everyone within the red world felt their pupils dilate with crimson hues.
Beyond that, they could see no other colors.
Bang!
In an instant, before the demon kings could react, the crimson light swept across their bodies with unnatural speed.
Squelch squelch!
Without encountering any resistance, a tiny slit appeared on each demon king's body.
Though the wounds were small and no blood flowed, the demon kings acted as if they had suffered grave injuries.
Their faces paled, and their auras weakened.
Tap tap tap!
At this moment, footsteps, like the summons of death, echoed in everyone's ears.
Following that.
They saw a spot in the all-red world slightly distort.
A figure dressed in a suit walked out from it.
He moved with elegance, holding a goblet filled with blood.
It was Brugh Gula.
"You... what exactly did you do?"
"Why don't you dare fight us head-on?"
"What kind of skill is it to just keep fleeing? If you faced me directly, I would tear you apart sooner or later!"
Seeing Brugh Gula unharmed, the Striped Tiger King roared first.
"Trash! I thought you had some kind of trick up your sleeve."
Brugh Gula looked at the Striped Tiger King, a mocking smile gracing his lips.
"You call yourselves demon kings? You're bringing shame upon the title of demon king!"
As he spoke, he gently swirled his goblet, took a sip, and said, "You want an answer?"
"Then I shall mercifully tell you. This is my world!"
"I am the master here. And you bunch dared to think you could defeat me in my own world!"
"Ch..."
Downing the blood in the goblet in one gulp, Brugh Gula turned his gaze to the void and spoke calmly, "Son of God? Are you still going to hide?"
"Are you even concerned about the lives of your subordinates?"
His cold voice carried, but no response came.
"Mr. Gula, he hasn't come out yet."
"I haven't detected any lingering aura of a deity either."
"Mr. Gula, he must be afraid of you and dare not come out!"
Brugh Gula frowned imperceptibly.
He had actually intended to search for this "Son of God" himself.
However, after arriving at Mount Taibai, he had already scanned with his divine sense and found no creature matching the identity of a Son of God.
The first possibility was that the Son of God's strength far surpassed his own.
The second possibility was that he possessed an item that concealed his spiritual energy.
The third possibility was that there was no Son of God here at all.
But upon careful consideration, anyone stronger than him would be too much for the current spiritual energy of Blue Star to bear, so that possibility was ruled out.
This left only the second and third possibilities.
Initially, Brugh Gula did not believe John Klissen would deceive him, but now he was wavering.
"Are you sure there is a Son of God here?" Brugh Gula beckoned, and John Klissen was instantly teleported before him.
"Definitely!"
John Klissen replied immediately, "The entire Blue Star knows about it."
"You know that if you deceive me, you will die."
"I... I know." Brugh Gula stared intently at John Klissen, seemingly trying to discern the truth in his words.
Under Brugh Gula's pale gold, emotionless gaze, John Klissen's face turned pale, and sweat beaded on his forehead.
He was truly afraid that Brugh Gula would get annoyed and simply obliterate him.
Who would he seek justice from then?