Life is unpredictable; nothing could be more so.
Reaching the deepest part of the Demon Emperor's Palace, a dilapidated throne appeared before Ye Bai.
This was the throne of the former Eighth Demon God, which the Sea God managed to snatch from the demons after much effort.
"interesting."
Ye Bai glanced at the Demon Emperor's Throne, which was carved with countless skulls and various incomprehensible patterns, chaotic and disorderly, devoid of any art or beauty.
I only glanced at it.
A hoarse, ancient, and alluring voice reached Ye Bai's ears.
"Come on, come on..."
"Place yourself on board. This abyss is a gift to you; you can ascend to the upper realm at any time..."
"Get in, and you'll have everything you want..."
"Want money? Want Xue Jiu to be resurrected? Want Ying Jiu to come back to life? I can make any of that happen for you..."
The moment that hoarse voice appeared, countless red notification messages popped up in front of Ye Bai's eyes:
[Alert! Alert!]
It is Him!
Do not answer!
These red notifications filled Ye Bai's field of vision, obscuring the throne and minimizing its impact on Shura.
The most powerful demon god, relying on the throne left behind by the eighth demon god, exerts influence on Asura.
Beneath the mask, Ye Bai's eyes were red, his face was flushed, and the veins on his neck were bulging.
Confronting the temptations of the most powerful demon god is no easy task.
Moreover, Ye Bai cannot rely on any external force; he can only rely on himself!
Even their strongest trump card in the past, their SSS-level talent, was powerless at this moment!
However, this wasn't the first time Ye Bai had experienced something like this!
To calm down,
He had no choice but to show his true skills!
Ye Bai whispered,
"Xue Meng owes me 0.1 units of Wanwu Pavilion..."
"Xue Meng owes me 0.2 Wanwu Pavilion..."
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