"Do you want to see the Zhang family wiped out?" Drought Demon Fairy's voice sounded again.
"Twenty years." Zhang Chunqiu's voice remained as firm as steel. "Every death of the Zhang family adds ten years. You have to return what you have taken from the Zhang family."
"You still have ten seconds." Drought Demon Fairy's cold voice wafted over again.
Time ticked by, but Zhang Chunqiu remained unmoved. He pressed his palm on the coffin and calmly muttered to himself, "Sis, I'll accompany you in the journey of death."
Just as Zhang Chunqiu was about to be demonized and he was about to destroy the coffin, the surrounding Earth fire suddenly converged. Although the Zhang family didn't recover from the symptoms of the demonic transformation, it didn't worsen.
