I have the face of a great demon.

Upon receiving the message from Meiying'er, the Ghostly Demon Lord rushed forward, his heart filled with anxiety.

Five hours later, he finally arrived at the scene of the incident.

The sight before him made his heart sink.

Hundreds of demonic cultivators lay sprawled on the ground, some pale as paper, some trembling, and others curled up in a ball, as if they had just crawled out of hell.

When Meiying'er saw her master arrive, she quickly stepped forward to pay her respects and said, "Master, you've finally arrived."

Her voice carried a hint of relief, but her eyes still held lingering fear.

Liu Qingfeng also stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Greetings, Demon Lord."

His attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, and his gaze was calm, seemingly unaffected by the surrounding atmosphere.

Ghostly Demon Lord glanced at Liu Qingfeng, his brows furrowing slightly, but remembering that he was a disciple of True Person Yu Chen, he didn't say anything more, only nodding coldly.

His mind was entirely focused on the disheveled demonic cultivators before him, and he felt both angry and uneasy.

"What exactly happened?" Ghost Nether Demon Lord asked in a deep voice, his voice carrying a hint of suppressed anger.

Upon seeing the Demon Lord arrive, the demon cultivators lying on the ground seemed to have found their pillar of support. They struggled to their feet and began to complain all at once.

"Demon Lord, you must do us justice!"

A demonic cultivator with a face full of scars rushed to the Ghost Nether Demon Lord and said with tears streaming down his face.

"That great demon is simply inhuman! The moment he made a move, we didn't even have a chance to fight back; we were beaten to a pulp!"

“Yes, Lord Demon Lord!” Another gaunt demon cultivator squeezed in, his voice trembling, “That great demon’s power was terrifying; we were no match for him at all! Look, it’s a miracle we were able to escape!”

"Demon Lord, you must avenge us!" a female demon cultivator cried out, her eyes filled with fear and resentment. "That great demon killed so many of our brothers, this debt cannot be left unpaid!"

As the Demon Lord of the Underworld listened to everyone's complaints, his expression grew increasingly grim.

He felt a mixture of anger, helplessness, and, most importantly, a lingering fear.

He knew how terrifying the great demon was, so it was no surprise that his demonic cultivators were routed.

However, he still wanted to confirm it.

"Are you... sure you're the Great Demon Lord?" Ghost Nether Demon Lord hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice.

His voice carried a hint of uncertainty, as if he was trying to convince himself that it was all just a misunderstanding.

“Absolutely true!” the burly demonic cultivator said urgently. “I can see his face clearly. It’s the Great Demon Lord. I saw him a thousand years ago, and I will never forget him in this lifetime.”

"Yes, we saw it with our own eyes, it was him. The moment that great demon made his move, the world changed color, and the wind and clouds reversed! We were no match for him at all!"

"Demon Lord, you must do us justice! We did nothing, we were just standing in a circle watching the tribulation, and the Great Demon Lord killed so many of us."

"Yeah, that big devil is so unreasonable."

When has this great demon ever been reasonable?

The Demon Lord of the Underworld laughed in anger, which was consistent with his understanding of the Great Demon. Combined with the descriptions of the other demon cultivators, this was undoubtedly the Great Demon.

Listening to the demonic cultivators' complaints, the Ghostly Demon Lord felt a chill run down his spine. He knew all too well the terror of the Great Demon; a thousand years ago, when facing the Great Demon, even he had almost lost his life.

His fear of the great demon was no less than that of the other demon cultivators.

But as the leader of the demonic path, he could not show any fear in front of these subordinates.

"What is the purpose of the great demon's appearance this time?" Ghost Demon Lord pondered to himself, a hint of worry on his face.

He hesitated for a long time before asking questions, trying to get more clues out of the demonic cultivators.

Time slipped away as the Demon Lord of the Underworld hesitated. As dusk approached, he finally made up his mind and said, "Let's go and take a look at the place where we underwent our tribulation. Maybe we can find some clues."

The demonic cultivators breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the Demon Lord had agreed to help, but they immediately became apprehensive again.

They looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear and unease.

"Demon Lord, shall we... shall we go together too?" the gaunt demon cultivator asked cautiously, his voice trembling slightly.

The Demon Lord of the Underworld glanced at him and said coldly, "What, are you afraid?"

"No, no! We'll go with you!" the demonic cultivators hurriedly said, but their tone was full of reluctance.

They knew that if they said no, the Demon Lord's ruthlessness would be no less than that of the Great Demon King.

So, the Ghostly Demon Lord led a group of demonic cultivators and slowly walked towards the direction where the tribulation had just occurred.

The demonic cultivators followed behind the Demon Lord, their steps heavy and their expressions tense, as if each step was on the tip of a knife.

Their eyes darted around, fearing that the great demon might suddenly emerge from some corner.

A suffocating atmosphere filled the air, making it difficult to even breathe.

Along the way, they kept encountering demonic cultivators lying on the ground.

The demonic cultivators died in various ways, the scenes were gruesome, and the air was filled with the stench of blood.

The Demon Lord of the Underworld's expression grew increasingly grim. He frowned, squatted down, and carefully examined the corpse's injuries.

"Master, look at these injuries, they seem to be caused by demonic arts," Mei Ying'er said cautiously.

The Demon Lord of the Underworld nodded, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

"Indeed, these are traces of demonic arts. But something's not right. Why would a great demon use demonic arts?"

Although the great demon is called a demon by the world, he cultivates righteous martial arts, which is obvious at a glance.

He stood up and continued walking forward, discovering several more corpses of demonic cultivators along the way.

The injuries on each corpse indicated that they had been harmed by demonic arts.

This made the Demon Lord of the Underworld increasingly confused.

"What exactly is going on?" Ghost Nether Demon Lord questioned the group of demon cultivators.

"This...we don't know either," the demonic cultivators stammered.

They continued on their journey and encountered another wounded demonic cultivator.

Although the demonic cultivator was still alive, he was on the verge of death. The Demon Lord of the Underworld crouched down to examine his injuries.

A powerful force struck the demonic cultivator in the chest, and blood gushed out continuously.

"Demon Lord, save me..." The demon cultivator struggled to raise his head, looking at the Ghost Nether Demon Lord with a pleading look in his eyes.

The Demon Lord of the Underworld took out a healing pill from his robes and fed it to the demon cultivator, asking in a low voice, "Who injured you? Was it the Great Demon?"

The demonic cultivator gasped for breath, saying, "No...it's not the great demon. It's him..."

He pointed at a demonic cultivator and said, "It's Tianque Ghost."

Ghostly Demon Lord frowned, turned his head, and stared directly at the demonic cultivator who was being accused.

Tianquegui was a little confused: "I don't know either."

"You still dare to admit it? Isn't this injury the work of yours?"

"Um, I think I was the one who hit him. I don't remember. I was on my way out and I attacked someone who was blocking my path. I don't remember who I hit."

The Demon Lord of the Underworld was so angry that his beard stood on end. He pointed at the group of demon cultivators and roared, "You...you weren't the ones who killed all of these people, were you?"