Chapitre 1142: The Pattern of the Combination of the Gym Mask and the Undead

"I seem to have seen the tragic scene of billions of little demons hatching from demon eggs, killing each other on the beach of death.

"They had to feed on their own kind to get enough nutrients and then fully develop in seventeen or eighteen days, finally mastering the ability to fly away from Death Beach.

"Have you ever seen thousands of little demons flapping their newborn wings with all their might, trying to fly from the bottom of the cliff to the safe rock wall?

"At that time, the entire Death Beach was filled with the desire for life.

"Those who survived would definitely be able to evolve into supreme demons.

"The remaining little demons would be devoured by the merciless abyssal tsunami.

"A few months later.

"A new batch of demon eggs was dropped on the beach.

"Ah...

"Those scenes looked so magnificent and sad now.

"Eh?

"Why do I have such strange memories?