Huang Daoyu looked at the scroll with a conflicted expression. The scroll gave people a bad feeling, but Meng Jingtian had already tried it. Nothing happened, and he even sent him a thank-you note.
It seemed that he had gained a lot from the scroll.
“Use it!”Finally, Huang Daoyu seemed to have made up his mind. He tore the scroll and used it on himself.
Wealth comes from danger. A gamble can turn a bicycle into a motorcycle!
Since even Meng Jingtian could benefit from it, he definitely could too!
Shua! The scenery in front of him changed. Huang Daoyu arrived at the Demon God battlefield. Looking at the desolate land and the gloomy sky, he was somewhat dumbfounded.
Before he could take a good look at the place, a heavenly dog that was carrying a rock on its way to the city of demons passed by. It glanced at him and scratched at him with its claws.
