At the same time.
A barren plain hundreds of miles from the range of The Crimson See.
Lilith staggered to a halt, her face somewhat pale.
"Why aren't you continuing to run, my dear Lord Blood Progenitor~"
A mocking voice arose behind her.
The Demon God leisurely strolled forward, a cat-and-mouse smile on his lips.
As someone at the Monarch Peak, Lilith, who had fallen to Commander Level strength, could hardly shake him off.
Now, this Lord Blood Progenitor seemed to have realized this and actually took the initiative to stop.
"Lord Blood Progenitor, have you thought it through? Are you planning to voluntarily hand over your Divine Pattern!"
Lilith lifted her gaze to the demon in front of her, a trace of disdain flickering in her scarlet pupils.
If not for her weakened strength, such a Monarch Peak Demon God could be casually extinguished by her.
But now...
Her pale lips curled into a mocking arc.
"Want the Divine Pattern? Then come and take it yourself!"
