Even if the most powerful demon god in the seal is severely injured by the strongest human, his injuries will slowly heal!
In other words, every so often, even if the most powerful demon god doesn't challenge the strongest human to a duel.
Driven by the ultimate goal of annihilating the supreme demon god, even the strongest human race will take the initiative to attack!
If any of the strongest among them chooses to abandon or flee this great battle...
It's like all the efforts of those who came before have been wasted, and those who come after will have to start all over again!
"Nine generations...that's tough."
Ye Bai shook his head.
Even including Xiaoyao, this is only the third generation.
Shura, the fourth generation.
There are also five generations of supreme experts, where can we find them?
"It's not difficult."
Xiaoyao corrected him.
"It's almost impossible."
The task of annihilating the most powerful demon god is like a snail trying to climb out of a well; it goes up and down, but it's all in vain.
If any link in the chain goes wrong, all the efforts of those who came before will be in vain.
Only at this moment did Ye Bai understand what kind of enemy he was facing.
Just like what Wuhen and Shura said back then:
This world is far more dangerous than you imagine.
Having figured out just how powerful the Supreme Demon God really was, Ye Bai at least had a general idea in his heart.
Nine generations...
With a little effort, there's still a chance you can achieve it!
However, whether he can defeat the supreme demon god with his own hands remains to be seen.
At present, it seems there is little hope.
Ye Bai did not continue to think about this question.
He is too weak now.
Not even level 999 yet, dreaming of killing the supreme demon god is too far-fetched.
With the guiding lamp of the supreme demon god, Ye Bai's motivation to become stronger increased even more.
Ye Bai stood up to take his leave.
"It's getting late, I'll head back now."
Xiaoyao suddenly spoke.
I'm in a bad mood today.
Indeed, Ye Bai was also in a bad mood.
Anyone would be upset to be schemed against like that by Ninth Master.
Xiaoyao rattled off a string of numbers.
“2,7,8,9,10,11,12.”
hiss--
The pattern in these numbers was too obvious, and Ye Bai thought of a certain possibility.
This time, the feast is really about to begin!
Xiaoyao's voice was completely calm and even as he spoke.
"Choose one."
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