Since nothing seemed to work, he had no choice but to use those extremely precious spiritual qi condensed drops left to him by the Shadow Bringer.
The thought of wasting such treasures made him, a wealth-hoarding, demonic emperor, feel extreme pain in his heart.
After calculating his gains and losses, Abaddon naturally pushed all the blame on these other dimension cultivators' heads, vowing to take their lives as soon as he gets enough power to do so.
"I am a bully? That's interesting."
The Middle Aged man with an unfathomable cultivation base stood high above with a calm and satisfied expression as he looked down on Abaddon, and it was clear that he wasn't in a hurry to murder his prey — his eyes showed a clear desire to tease and mock Abaddon, and kick him when he was down.
