The empress called her sister, and the goddess was willing to enter the mortal world

He placed his hopes on Ziyou, but unfortunately the other party never even looked at him from beginning to end.

Zi You looked at the ruins quietly, without much emotion in her eyes. "My Queen, do you want to go back to the ship first? I will send you back to your original world first."

"What about you?" The queen asked worriedly.

It was also the first time for them to see such a scene. Although they lived in the palace, the cruelty in the palace was more about the struggle for power rather than such an unreasonable massacre.

The expressions on their faces and their clenched hands revealed their inner tension and discomfort.

"I'll watch a play and then go back."

The queen endured the discomfort and asked, "Does this world have what you need?"

She was not stupid. If there was nothing she must get, she would not send them back first.

What made her make this decision must be that she herself was not sure whether there would be any danger.

"Zi'er, let's go together."

"Miss."

Seeing the queen's determined eyes, Ziyou was silent for a while.

"My Lady, never leave your jade tokens."

After getting their affirmative answers, Ziyou slowly walked towards the exit.

No one spoke along the way. The God of Destruction, who couldn't hold back any longer, whispered to Nan Wanxing, "Sister, you don't seem to feel anything about all this?"

Nan Wanxing looked around calmly, "This is the price of power." Her voice revealed a kind of indifference, "There is no eternal prosperity, only eternal struggle and death."

The God of Destruction looked at her, thought for a long time, and finally said, "Sister, sometimes I feel that you are so ruthless that you are not like a human being."

Nan Wanxing raised her eyebrows, "Thank you for the compliment, you look quite human."

Sister, are you bragging about yourself?

The God of Destruction looked at the Great Demon King, only to receive a helpless shake of his head.

The moment he left the black market, the scene before him made the God of Destruction stop talking.

Everything outside was no different from the black market. The God of Destruction and her companions looked back, then looked in front of them. It took them a long time to believe that this was their original world.

"Bang!" It was the sound of the mace hitting the ground hard.

"Is he going to destroy the world?" the God of Destruction roared.

"My home." The clown's face was full of sadness.

"Let's go back and take a look." Ziyou said this suddenly.

The Great Devil already had a premonition in his heart, but he still held on to a glimmer of hope, "Miss Zimou, our home..." His voice was already trembling a little.

"It's just as you think. Soon, everything will cease to exist." Ziyou looked at the other party's reaction with interest.

Sure enough, the desolation in the other person's eyes was endless. He was like a broken doll, having lost all hope.

The big devil's eyes were lifeless, and he used his special powers to rush towards his home as fast as possible.

Clown Face and Cat's Paw followed closely behind.

The God of Destruction was not as lively as before. Instead, she looked at Nan Wanxing with an unyielding look, "Sister, even if the world is full of fighting and death, I will fight for everything I cherish." Her tone was firmer than ever before.

"Sisters, you are so strong, you will definitely survive this disaster. Protect yourselves." The God of Destruction took one last look at them and walked towards Xue Qingbai. "This is a talisman given to me by my relatives who raised me. I give it to you. With it, you will no longer be alone."

Without waiting for the other party to answer, she forcefully stuffed the money into his hand, then turned around reluctantly and ran towards her home.

Xue Qingbai looked at the amulet in her hand, a little hesitant.

Finally, she spoke up: "Goddess, can you let me finish watching this show!"

"Xue'er, I told you not to invest any feelings in them."

Xue Qingbai lowered her head, thinking back to her few encounters with the God of Destruction.

Such a careless woman, who could discover her loneliness and solitude, a woman who would only destroy others, was willing to whisper to her. The other party carefully looked at her secretly countless times. In fact, she was also a very gentle person.

After a while, she met Ziyou's eyes and said, "I want to see their final outcome."

Ziyou finally let out a sigh of relief, and with a thought, she brought them to the home of the God of Destruction.

Everywhere you look, broken limbs and arms are mixed with broken wood chips. The sky is filled with thick dust, blocking the sunlight. The smell of blood and burning in the air stimulates people's sense of smell.

"Hurry up! Run towards the big devil." The clown face shouted frantically, "Don't pack your things, run."

He used his special powers to resist the mysterious vortex that appeared in his home, but unfortunately, his strength was not enough to last long.

He looked at the home he was protecting and shouted with his last bit of strength, "Go, don't look back."

Everyone's body was covered in dirt and blood, but they did not abandon anyone. They supported each other and fled with difficulty. Everyone's eyes were filled with reluctance and dependence on each other.

The clown face couldn't bear to watch any longer, and his mouth was moving as his body was torn into pieces.

Ziyou and the others saw clearly the shape of his mouth. What he said was: "Run, we can't protect our home anymore."

"I've seen his ending, whose do you want to see next?"

Xue Qingbai pursed her lips and said, "Big Devil."

Ziyou moved her mind, and they came to where the big devil was.

His intelligence was no match for the powerful force, and Ziyou showed up this time.

“Miss Purple Eyes?” The great demon king who was struggling against the unknown force had hope in his eyes again. “Miss Purple Eyes, I know you have great power. Please, save my home.”

Ziyou looked at the dilapidated home and asked, "Why are there so many people in your home?"

"The God of Destruction and I are orphans. The people here are all relatives who grew up together. Not all of them are warriors." His voice was a little broken. "I don't ask you to save everyone, I just ask you to take away those who are powerless, okay?"

Ziyou glanced at him indifferently, "I give you a choice, continue to resist until destruction, or..."

"Or what?" the devil asked hurriedly.

"Follow me, you live and they die."

The Great Demon King looked at his home helplessly and closed his eyes. "I will never abandon them even if I die."

The answer was as expected. Ziyou moved his index finger slightly, and those mysterious whirlpools disappeared.

The big devil couldn't believe it. Why did the other party come to the rescue?

He was so grateful that he couldn't speak coherently, "Ms. Zimou, you..."

"You guys go say goodbye."

This sentence made the big devil stunned on the spot. What does it mean?

"Ms. Purple Eyes?"

"Your chance to speak with your family is your reward for leading the way."

Ziyou's tone was very calm, and she looked at him as if she was looking at a corpse.

The Great Devil understood, they...

Can’t survive…

He walked towards his only remaining relative with heavy steps.

The moment they met, the devil's face showed his usual smile again: "It's okay! We survived, don't be afraid."