"It's all Ye Zhen's fault for not handing over all the Demon Soul Blood Crystals. If I had another two thousand, no, perhaps even a thousand Demon Soul Blood Crystals, I could have snatched the War Soul Blood Flag."
In a grand hall on the eighth layer of the Demon Soul Hall, where all the Demon Soul Blood Crystals had been depleted, Third Prince Zhu Kun, trapped there, was glaring angrily and fuming in frustration.
The luck of Third Prince Zhu Kun was average; after entering the Demon Soul Hall, he had managed to fight his way to the eighth layer. Just one layer away from the ninth, he ran out of Demon Soul Blood Crystals.
At this moment, being confined within this grand hall made every day feel like a year for Third Prince Zhu Kun.
The feeling of merely waiting for the outcomes was too uncomfortable, too helpless.
Even more helpless than Third Prince was Tong Wei, the chief disciple of the Inner Gate of the Lishui Sect, trapped at the Teleportation Array on the ninth layer.
