Mo Hun's dumbfounded face

"No one's here today either!"

At the bottom of the demon burial abyss, a sigh could be heard.

A wisp of smoke spiralled out of the demon God's body. He looked up and sighed.

At this moment, looking at the empty abyss, the demonic soul felt a trace of loneliness and melancholy.

It had been a long time since anyone had come here!

Every day, he would look at the mouth of the abyss, hoping that someone would come and add a little fun to his lonely demon life.

However, there was not a single person.

"There are fewer and fewer people!"

He sighed, feeling extremely melancholic.

He couldn't remember when he was born and how many years he had stayed in this abyss. It was too long, so long that he couldn't remember clearly. It might have been thousands of years, or even tens of thousands of years.

Year after year, he stayed here and lived a cold and cheerless life.