I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1585 - 1589: Tasting Bitter Consequences Now?

"Brother Zhang, what kind of Formation is this? I've never seen such a magical Formation!" Drake said excitedly as he picked up the Energy Gemstones and curiously asked Zhang Menglong.

"It's just a mixed Formation formed by stacking a few advanced Formations," Zhang Menglong explained, "The core is a Sealing Array, even if he's a level nine Life Form, he can't escape. The second one is a Life-taking Array, anything with life in this Formation will have its Life Force continuously stripped away."

"There's also a condensing Formation. The Life Force absorbed by the Life-taking Array will be condensed again through this Formation into these energy crystals."

"You're like a natural Alchemy Furnace!" Drake exclaimed, having seen some extremely evil Pill Masters before, whose Pill Furnaces were used not for refining elixirs, but for extracting the Energy from living beings or other things.

"Mine is way more badass than theirs; I can even control the power!" Zhang Menglong continuously switched a hand seal, and the speed at which energy crystals erupted from the Formation increased significantly. As he slightly changed his hand seal, the eruption speed slowed down again.

"My Formation not only controls power but is also fully automatic, until it's completely drained!"

"And what about this annoying-looking Formation?" Drake pointed at a pile of meme faces.

"Oh, those are useless, I just drew them to disgust him." Zhang Menglong shrugged with a smile.

"Human, who exactly are you?" The Demon General struggled within the Formation for a while, but he despairingly found that this Formation was even more indestructible than the statue that sealed him before!

The energy sustaining the Formation comes from the sealed person himself; as long as the Formation has energy, he can't get out.

However, if the Formation runs out of energy, it means the person trapped inside is also completely devoid of any Life Force. This Formation combination exists solely to drive someone to death!

Although it didn't mean much considering all his Life Force, the Demon General still felt as if there was a water pump constantly working on his body, relentlessly draining his Life Force.

"I'm your father!" Zhang Menglong picked up a stone and threw it at the Demon General.

"Brother Zhang, ask him what his background is!" Drake whispered.

"Alright." Zhang Menglong nodded.

"Now you're the prisoner, I'm the one interrogating you!" Zhang Menglong conjured a sofa and sat down, "Now let me ask you, what are you exactly? What's this Demon Emperor you mentioned? Is he your boss? What's your relation to the extinction of the Cang Yuan Era?"

The Demon General seemed prepared to become a martyr, turning his head aside with an everlasting air about him.

"Oh? Do you know what it means to confess for leniency, resist for severity?" Zhang Menglong showed a devilish expression once more, "There's still one more Formation in my Formation package!"

"Even if you kill me, I won't speak! Don't even think about getting any information from us!"

"Have you heard of the true fragrance law?" Zhang Menglong laughed, "So far, not a single person has escaped Professor Wang Jingze's law!"

With a snap of Zhang Menglong's fingers, the ground Formation acted like a gas stove, erupting into intense flames. Zhang Menglong injected a wisp of his Strange Fire seed into this Formation; once activated, all the Strange Fire began their fierce destruction on him.

Some Strange Fire had extremely low temperatures, some could roast the Soul, some caused hallucinations, some carried intense poisons, and others embodied Thunder and Lightning and other powers.

The Demon General immediately let out continuous screams within the Formation.

"Ready to talk?" Zhang Menglong smiled at him, "These Strange Fire seeds aren't endless, but burning you for three to five years shouldn't be a problem."

"Three to five years? You're underestimating me!" The Demon General endured the intense pain but remained tight-lipped.

"Fine, if three to five years doesn't work, then three to five hundred years or even three to five millennia!"

"Hahaha, I can wait that long, can you?" The Demon General said, "When the Demon Emperor awakens, he will lead all our warriors in a comeback, and by then, you're all dead!"

"So many murals!" Zhang Menglong's pupils suddenly turned blood-red and began spinning, "Infinite Tsukuyomi!"

The Demon General felt dazed within the Formation; Zhang Menglong didn't expect his physical quality to be so strong, but his Soul was surprisingly weak, reaching only a Level Seven perfect creature level at most, far weaker than his body.

"I'll talk, I'll talk! Stop burning, I'll tell you everything!" The once stubborn Demon General suddenly admitted defeat.

"What happened? How did he become so weak all of a sudden?" Drake noticed that in just a few seconds, the Demon General's breath and spirit had become extremely withered.

"My Infinite Tsukuyomi can trap him in endless illusions, where I can control the flow of time; a few seconds have passed here, but for him, it's been two to three thousand years."

"You have such powerful magic too?" Drake said in admiration, "Oh! I remember, this isn't magic; you mentioned it in a story before, the Kaleidoscope Sharingan that Kakarot taught Luffy!"

"To withstand Strange Fire burning for thousands of years is indeed impressive," Zhang Menglong couldn't help but regard the species more highly, but true fragrance may be delayed, but it will never be absent—the Demon General finally couldn't hold back.

"Wait a minute before you start talking!" Zhang Menglong quickly pulled out a few small stools and handed everyone a pack of sunflower seeds, peanuts, and milk tea. The Dark Mages sat in a row, as if awaiting the start of a movie, "Alright, go ahead and start."

"We are the Demon Clan!"

"Impossible, the Demon Clan aren't like you," Drake immediately interrupted, "There are many Demon Clans, and even among us Dark Mages there are demons, what kind of Demon Clan are you?"

"My Demon Clan is different from yours," the Demon General said, "This world has three planes: a Human plane, which is where you live, a Demon Realm, where we live, and a Divine Realm, where the God Race lives."

"This is getting interesting, keep going!" Zhang Menglong became more intrigued as he listened.

"The relationship between our three worlds can be understood as a shadow. Under normal circumstances, despite being connected, our worlds can never touch each other."

"Then how did you come over here?"

"A long time ago, a few damaged openings appeared on the barriers between our worlds. Our Demon Realm was barren and cold, but your Human and Divine Realms were warm and abundant. The God Race was too strong, and we were no match, so we came to your Human world."

"Bullying the weak and fearing the strong, huh?" Zhang Menglong laughed, "Regretting it now?"