Inside the Evil Demon Statue, it was pitch dark. The moment General Saint King stepped in, he sensed something and suddenly looked up.
In the middle of the darkness above, a mysterious figure sat cross-legged, shrouded in an obscure grey orb of light. His face was not clear, but one could faintly sense the divine aura emanating from his body, terrifying and captivating.
Upon seeing this scene, the eyes of the General Saint King's seven blood pupils subtly shrank, and his breath halted.
Was it truly an Evil Demon?!
He had thought it was some minor ghost playing tricks, as had happened during a grand sacrificial ceremony three thousand years ago.
Using a drop of Evil Demon's blood to fake an Evil Demon aura, a bold fool had deceived the Saint King, but unfortunately, it was not easy to deceive a Saint King at his level.
He had easily exposed the other's foolish actions and then killed him with a slap.
But this time seemed different...
