Ling Chuxi did not dare to imagine what would happen if she were to open the seal rashly.
Seeing this scene from a distance, the fire in the eyes of the other cultivators also disappeared, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over their heads.
Fortunately, the bow didn't fall into their hands. Otherwise, they wouldn't even have the chance to live, let alone be famous in the heaven-domain.
"Save me!" Helian Jue Zhan still retained the last trace of consciousness as he spoke to Ling Chuxi in a hoarse voice.
As the young master of the demon clan and the future demon Emperor, this was the first time he had ever asked for a favor.
After surviving a disaster, he finally managed to rely on Ling Chuxi and Huangfu qingjue's help to save his life. He understood the value of life more than ever. He would become the first Demon King of the demon race in ten thousand years, and also the hope of the demon race's resurgence. He could not die, he must not die.
