On the periphery of the Void Night Palace, the situation in the battle has changed dramatically.

"What, that's what you're capable of?" Grimmajo stepped in mid-air and swept his paws with a sweep, bringing a large patch of purple and black spiders with him. "Use the steel skin to defend yourself from attacks, and unleash these ridiculous things to eat your opponents? You're naïve."

"Innocent?" Percinel sneered, and with her slender forelimbs, more spiders filled the vacancy just now, "Does Grim Qiaoqing know what the concubine represents in the City of Desolate Words?"

"Huh? What else do you have?" With disdain in his words, a few claws of the Leopard King emptied the ground under his feet and landed on a hill full of spider corpses in a crouching position, "It's not a child's house."

Persin puffed up her chest, and more bugs crawled out of the void hole in her chest, almost flooding the ground in the field, "The concubine is from the city of desolation, which represents the reaping of life, and the power given by the Lord of the Morning is the end."

"The end?" Grimmjo didn't care about Perciner's words, and he reached out and pulled out the stag beetle and the strange face with one foot planted on one foot from the corpse beside him, dragging Nilou high in their hands, so that no insect could contaminate her. "You're naïve enough."

"Whoa, Big Cat—" The mask on Nilou's head flashed and pounced on Grimmajo, who easily reached out to block it, "Go away, stinky little ghost." Hurry up and get out of here with your two waste brothers, I won't be able to do it without you."

"The concubine can tolerate your rudeness, after all, there is not much time left for Grim Qiaoqing to speak like this." Perzinger seemed to have given some order, and all the spiders rolled their legs and feet, gradually ceasing to move, "These children are filled with poison, whether they are bitten by them or touched by bodily fluids, they will be poisoned. Even the children themselves die from poisoning."

Grimmjo suddenly noticed the discomfort in his body, but it was too late.

"Pesie, I'm so itchy," the strange face rubbed his body, "Did you sneak a slippery slit on me again?"

"We're all done!" The stag beetle couldn't care less about holding its own strange face at the moment, "Didn't you hear that ugly thing? It's poison, we're all poisoned!" He frantically grabbed the skin on his body, even if he scratched it, he wouldn't stop, "It's over, it's over, this time it's dead!"

"Is it poisonous?" The strange face seemed to react, "I have long thought that there is something wrong with these things, what can I do?" He held his head in his hands, "It's so itchy inside my body!"

"Blue-haired guy!" As if thinking of something, the stag beetle held Nilou who was holding her hands, "Nilou is yours, you must take her out!"

Grimmajo seemed to freeze, and even the expression of surprise froze on his face.

"Everyone, please don't waste your efforts," Persin squirmed his body with great difficulty, "Grim Qiaoqing is the most poisoned, and it is already poisoned at this time." As if to confirm her words, it was the size of a fingernail, but the purple and black spider crawled out of his mouth.

"Ahh Get out of here with Nilou!"

"Let's go?" The stag beetle coughed twice, and the *** in his throat made him almost collapse. He could die, and ever since he became like this, he knew that he was ready to sacrifice for this child named Nilou at any time. But on the premise of sacrifice, Nilou must be safe.

"What have we done...... he covered his mouth, unable to hold back any longer vomiting a mouthful of bugs.

"Oh," Perciner's spider feet poked forward, "Hayami-sama meant that no one was allowed to harm any life, but like you, who are already living in the shadows, no one cares whether you live or die."

"Huh?" Nilou crawled towards the stag beetle and nudged his body, "Aren't you playing with Nilou," her eyes welled with tears, clearly understanding what was going on, "Nilou, Nilou hasn't had enough of it......

Percinel chuckled, stepped out and thrust into Grimmacho's body, slowly bringing it to his lips.

"Big Brother Cat!" Nilou stretched out her little tender hand to grasp something, but couldn't do anything.

"Childlike ...... of broken faces" Percinel's eyes showed confusion, her jaws biting into Grimmjo's mask, "Why doesn't the concubine remember that Lord Aizen once broke his face to transform such a person."

"Big Brother Cat!" Nilou cried out, an emerald green spiritual pressure spreading from her body.

"Heh," Percinel tossed aside Grimmjo, who was already out of breath, "I see, it's because the broken face on his head is shattered, and he has lost his spiritual pressure and degenerated into a low-level void rebel." She seemed to be very interested in Nilou, who was covered in green spiritual pressure, "It's okay, let the concubine come and see what you are capable of."

Nilou in the emerald green spiritual pressure let out a few screams, her short unkempt green hair gradually spread to her waist, and her body slowly became slender, and her slender jade fingers scratched the gravel under her body, as if she was enduring the pain of being torn. The green coarse coat that originally wrapped around the body was also torn into two pieces at this time, covering the chest and between the legs.

And the most amazing thing is that beneath Nilou, a long, modest knife is emitting a faint light.

"This spiritual pressure of yours ......" Perciner felt a little uncomfortable, "Could it be that you were a tenblade before?" She lifted her slender spider feet and stabbed condescendingly at Nilou, who was still wailing in pain.

Unbeknownst to her, the already somewhat graceful figure disappeared from her eyes, leaving only a green spiritual pressure that was still dissipating.

"How dare you do this to them," Nilou's voice sounded on one side, "no matter who you are now, I won't let you out of here again."

"How dare you speak outrageously as a lowly man?" Percinel seemed to have heard some big joke, "If the mask is broken, it means that you can't evolve, and you can't stabilize your spiritual pressure. Even Grimm Qiaoqing was defeated in the hands of the concubine, what can you do if you are a rebel?"

Nilou didn't answer, her long knife in her hand, dragging a flickering green spirit towards Percin.

"Hmph," Persin didn't take her seriously at all, and the two spider legs under him stabbed left and right in a roundabout way towards the green figure rushing in front of him.

However, she did underestimate Nilou, and the other party's footsteps quickly turned into an afterimage and dodged the stabbing blow, instead slashing at Percin's chest, making a dull metal crash.

"Haha," Percinel laughed loudly, "how can a fragile blade of yours penetrate the steel skin of the concubine's body?" She laughed wildly, but the next second a long, slanted wound appeared on her chest, from which a few drops of blood oozed out.