Luo Hou smiled and said, "Even if Wu Jiu calculates everything, she wouldn't have foreseen that it doesn't matter who has the nine magical artifacts."

He never placed all his hopes on the nine magical artifacts, after all, they belonged to Wu Jiu.

Rahu gathers fortune not only to combine it with formations to find their king, but also because a fixed amount of fortune is a perfect key that makes them invincible.

And he was the only one who held the key.

Zhong Heng suddenly said, "If you want to resurrect the Asura King, have you considered whether your king would be willing to be resurrected?"

Luo Hou suddenly looked at Zhong Heng, his eyes filled with a brutal and ruthless gaze, like a bloodthirsty beast.

He did not accept that answer.

The world belongs to the Asura race.

Their king should enjoy everything.

Luo Hou sneered: "What do you know?"

The Asura race is not at fault.

It was the Heavenly Way's misplaced intentions that caused them to lose their king, leading to the overlap between the Asura realm and the human realm.

As a price and compensation, he will gradually transform the human world into a paradise belonging to the Asura race.

Zhong Heng truly did not understand Luo Hou's madness.

Countless lives have been lost at the hands of the Asuras, and the fortunes of countless people have been snatched away by the Rosicrucian Cross. The sins committed by the Asura race can never be redeemed in a lifetime.

Zhong Heng glanced at the battered Xi Luo, then opened a hole and sent the only king of the merfolk out of the lake.

Luo Hou let Zhong Heng do as he pleased, and he opened his arms with relief, saying, "It's almost over, everything will be over soon."

The Asura Realm's reopening will find their king, and the nine great artifacts can resurrect him.

Luo Hou took out the remaining half of the compass, and the wisp of soul found by the compass exuded a hazy aura.

The moment the Asuras opened their eyes, a powerful pressure descended from the sky.