"Heh heh."
Limu first chuckled softly, then burst into loud laughter, causing the stone ceiling of the cave to tremble.
Suddenly, he stopped laughing and said solemnly:
"You don't understand anything, you know nothing! Youngster, you look no older than twenty. Why come to the Demon Realm just to get yourself killed?"
He sighed and waved his hand.
Whiz whiz!
The five demon god-like figures behind him turned into black light and flew to Limu's side, each glaring at Ding Ling with murderous intent.
Ding Ling frowned, thinking:
"Limu and the others are clear-minded, yet they willingly fell into becoming demons! Perhaps... their spirits have been twisted by demon nature, driving them insane and making them forget their true identities!"
With this in mind, Ding Ling casually asked two questions:
"Have you forgotten the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan? Forgotten that you were once gods?"
"Whether we've forgotten or not is none of your business."
