Waking up, a wisp of black smoke flickered before his right eye.
Is it floaters?
The black smoke transformed into a number—0%.
Has it mutated?
The black smoke transformed ...
"But Zhou Buzhou carries the blood of the Demon King. Yi Yong knew about the Demon Beast Plan, so you should know it too."
Jianyue sneered: "I don't understand these. If you don't want anything to happen to the Lishan illusion, send Zhou Buzhou back immediately. Otherwise, I, Jianyue, a mere woman, won't really care about the overall situation all the time!"
The Shadow King's breathing suddenly became rapid, and he shouted, "Bitch! Stop threatening me with the illusion of Mount Li!"
"Bang!"
A loud explosion came from the sound stone.
Jianyue's cold voice came: "There are only two left. If these two die, there is no need for us to talk anymore!"
The Shadow King's face was gloomy: "Why can't you all understand me?"
Jianyue: "You didn't understand us first, so we can't understand you!"
The Shadow King was silent.
After a long while, he said, "Forget it. You can't see the world I see."
"When dreams become reality, you will all understand my painstaking efforts. Then, you will sing the praises of my greatness through the ages."
Jianyue's cold voice resounded: "Stop talking nonsense! I repeat again, send Zhou Buzhou back to the Lingbu base immediately!"
Shadow King's expression was expressionless: "The Monster Plan, I am determined to carry it out!"
"Bang!"
"There's only one left!"
The Shadow King remained expressionless. "If anything happens in the Lishan Illusion, Long Shanluo will be the first to come after you. Are you sure that without Yi Yong and the old principal, your Spiritual Base still has the ability to challenge the rules set by the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths?!"
"Bang!"
The corner of Shadow King's mouth twitched slightly, and the eighteen guards behind Shadow King all paused slightly, their expressions becoming complicated.
Three fourth-level shadow guards, just gone like that...
And the eighteen of them were only fourth-rank shadow guards.
When a rabbit dies, the fox mourns.
Who should I hate?
Hate seeing the moon?
Or do they hate the king in front of them whom they have always supported and are willing to die for?
Or, hate the nine heavens and ten earths that are high above?
Or, do you hate the Taoist ancestor who is carefree and does nothing?
The eighteen fourth-level guards all had gloomy expressions.
The greater your ability and the more you know, the more helpless you will be.