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The Purple Demon was still disdainful, "I am not interested in anything you are going to do. I am here today just to help my true friend do something."

He said looking at Glenn.

Glenn was enjoying the show, and when he heard it mentioned he immediately stepped forward and was about to speak.

But at this moment, an iron bullet shot towards Glenn's forehead at a speed faster than a sniper bullet.

Bang!

There was a sharp sound.

The corrosive force wrapped around the iron egg gradually dissipated and slid down Glenn's forehead.

The iron egg had turned into a small discus due to the strong pressure and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The whole place fell silent again.

The Purple Demon silently looked away, while the other monsters had the same stunned look on their faces.

Looking at the smoking black mark on Glenn's forehead, countless thoughts lingered in the minds of all the monsters.

Especially the monster that spits out iron eggs. It is a monster that looks like an alien statue, with a round mouth, and iron eggs are spewed out of its mouth.

It was well aware of how terrible the attack it had just made was. No monster present would dare to take a direct blow, but this human who felt no pressure at all endured it without changing his expression.

It would have been acceptable if he had dodged them, but the other party just caught them steadily with his head without even shaking his body.

Glenn reached out and scratched the place on his forehead where he was hit, then stared at the statue monster that had attacked him with his dead fish eyes.

As all the monsters' gazes widened, Glenn simply grabbed the statue monster.

The latter seemed to be affected by some uncontrollable powerful force and was instantly sucked into Glenn's hand, and its huge body shrank to the size of a basketball.

This move made all the monsters look horrified. The statue monster was called Gu Hu. Its strength was barely close to level seven like the Purple Demon, and it was also one of the stronger ones present. Yet, it was captured so easily, and it seemed that it could not even resist!

Looking at the monster pot that kept shaking in his hand, Glenn smiled coldly and threw it behind him. A red hole immediately appeared on the ground behind him.

Several wolf monsters emerged from it, first lifted up the ancient pot, and then began to bite it fiercely, not biting the fragile body, but the soul.

A series of miserable howls from the souls rang out, chilling the monsters, including the Lord of the Mist, physically and mentally.

"I am a reasonable person, but you don't seem to be worthy of me being reasonable."

Glenn smiled and looked around at the monsters.

Hearing the desperate howl from the ancient pot's soul, the monsters couldn't help but tremble.

"Mr. Zi...Mr. Zi Mo, this is...a misunderstanding..."

At this moment, the Mist Lord was closest to Glenn. It felt like its breathing was wrong and looked at the Purple Demon for help.

The purple demon just ignored it and kept looking away.

Just as the Lord of the Mist was about to say something, Glenn punched it in the abdomen. Although it had no physical body, it felt the long-lost pain, and a large amount of thick mist spewed out of its mouth.

The dignified Lord of the Mist knelt on the ground, holding his stomach, and curled up in severe pain.

This shocked the monsters present once again, and a huge sense of oppression and panic crept into the hearts of these monsters for the first time in a long time.

"This is all Gu Hu's fault! I have absolutely no intention of disrespecting you! Please believe me!"

A monster covered in bandages suddenly jumped up, slammed its forehead heavily on the ground, and the curses all over its body trembled.

This monster is the Cursed Soul Eater. Just now, it keenly felt the curse fluctuations when Glenn attacked. The feeling was like a ball of water vapor encountering a vast ocean. The gap is absolute and unmatched!

When the other monsters saw how useless it was, they all cursed it in their hearts for being useless and having no dignity.

The legendary cursed soul eater that everyone fears actually kowtowed so easily, and he wasn't afraid of being laughed at if the news got out! ... The Swamp King despised him in his heart, then he jumped out of the disgusting swamp, bowed his head fiercely to Glenn, and said:

"I, the King of the Swamp, am willing to submit!"

It is a toad with a big chin, and it cannot kowtow, but it is much more dignified than the Cursed Soul Eater.

"What on earth do you want to do!?"

Suddenly, a powerful and trembling voice sounded, and it was a monster wearing a king's robe, a tattered crown on his head, but his face was black and festering like a mummy.

This monster is called the Rotten King. He is the first one who has seen Glenn's strength and dared to challenge him.

"What do I want?" Glenn pointed at himself and looked at the Rotten King as if he was looking at a mentally retarded person. "Of course..."

Before he could finish his words, Glenn disappeared from the spot. When the monsters who were observing him came to their senses, they saw that the Rotten King was compressed into a ball by some force.

They also heard the teeth-grinding sound of flesh and bones being squeezed a moment ago.

The remaining monsters no longer had the will to resist. Dignity had no meaning in the face of survival.

The Rotten King was an extremely arrogant guy who could not stand being insulted. The monsters who knew him well had guessed that the Rotten King would take action, and the result was this.

No monster would have any hope of survival, and all of them expressed their submission to Glenn in the most humble manner.

The Lord of the Mist also turned around while lying on his stomach, holding his hands.

Glenn kicked the Rotten King, who was compressed into a ball, into the mud where the Swamp King was bathing, causing the corners of the Swamp King's mouth to twitch.

Glenn winked at Zi Mo again, and the two of them found a random seat and sat down.

Looking at these monsters who dared not look him in the eye, Glenn asked:

"Why are you gathered together?"

"reunion……"

"I'm asking why level six monsters like you are in the same area."

The Lord of the Mist was about to answer, but Glenn interrupted impatiently.

I don't know about the Lord of the Mist. All the friends who come to visit him are very intentional in keeping it secret from him, saying that they will wait until the Purple Demon arrives to talk about it.

After a few seconds, the Swamp King replied:

"We were all invited by the Demon Lord."

"Demon Lord?" Glenn raised his eyebrows and looked at the purple demon.

"Yes, we were all living peacefully in our own territory. Suddenly, a year ago, a demon lord informed us in a dream that they needed us to do something. If we did it well, he would give us a drop of pure demon blood to advance."

The other monsters had similar arguments.

Demon blood promotion? ...Glenn looked at the purple demon with a puzzled look. He really didn't know about this.

I haven't seen any relevant knowledge in the books.

"This is also a secret." The Purple Demon understood Glenn's confusion and explained, "The existence of demons is very special. Their demonization will greatly enhance the power of other races. The purer the demon blood, the easier it is to control oneself after drinking it. While gaining powerful power, you don't have to be restricted by the demons."