Su Bai pondered deeply.
He looked around, but the terrifying giant that had been so close was now completely out of sight.
In the darkness, the shadows of the trees swayed, eerie like ghostly figures, yet there was no sound to be heard.
He seemed to have been transported to a special space.
The Primordial Light Demon Blade?
He tried to summon the Primordial Light Demon Blade back to his side, but after waiting for a while there was no movement, Su Bai suddenly realized something.
Slaughtering the Demon God?
He silently called out to himself.
The Demon God of Slaughter, with whom he had made a three-year pact, was not uncommunicative. On ordinary days, he could always vaguely sense that his spirit could touch an unknown consciousness.
The other party was just too indifferent.
I disdain communicating with him.
But at this critical moment, when both sides were on the brink of death, a deep voice rang out at his call.
"waste!"
"Having mastered the power of the original body, yet not knowing how to use it, is utterly useless!"
It began to criticize mercilessly as soon as it opened its mouth.
"Stop talking nonsense and figure out a way to break this deadlock! This guy is here to get revenge on you. At worst, I'll just hand you over and see who's more unlucky!"
Su Bai said impatiently.
In this silent environment, he had no idea how much time had passed in the outside world.
Has anything changed?
He was unaware of the fates of Baidi Village, Claudia, and Angelica, which naturally made him quite unhappy.
"..."
The Demon God of Slaughter remained silent.
But Su Bai, who was connected to it by thought, could feel the overwhelming killing intent emanating from the other party.
But it also knew that the current situation was not good.
He didn't argue with Su Bai.
Soon, it said coldly, "I can help you this time, but you must promise me one thing: collect ten thousand souls afterward to help me repair my damaged body!"
"You don't need to urge me to do this, I will do it, it's just that I haven't had the opportunity until now."
Su Bai said frankly.
That is the truth.
Unlike the Sea of Screams, the conditions for growing the Primordial Blade are not as broad. You must kill players to obtain collectible souls.
Ten thousand souls.
He would have to find 10,000 players to kill.
However, the total number of players on this island is less than one-twentieth of the total number.
Where is he going to look?
The opportunity will only arise when the territory's teleportation array connects to the inland areas.
This also resulted in the fact that, despite being a top-tier divine weapon, it almost never had the chance to show its face while accompanying Su Bai...
"After helping you this time, I will be in a long slumber. You must grow stronger as soon as possible, otherwise my enemies will come knocking on my door one by one..."
"Just how many enemies do you have in hell?!"
"Enough nonsense! Who said it only exists in hell...?"
"!?!"
call!
A sudden gust of wind arose.
A blood-red, hideous ghostly figure slowly rose up behind Su Bai, carrying an aura of extreme cold that seemed to come from hell. It raised its right arm and merged with Su Bai's arm.
"Watch closely, this is the power that earned me the name 'Slaughter'!"
"Ten million hellish demons!!!"
Whoosh!
The Primordial Light Demon Blade that Su Bai had been unable to summon appeared in his hand in an instant, its blade turning blood red again, so intense it seemed to be dripping with blood.
The Demon God of Slaughter grinned maliciously and swung his sword out suddenly from his arm.
In an instant!
Countless crimson cracks spread throughout the dark space, dividing the area into tens of millions of pieces before collapsing with a deafening roar!
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