Milton Cheney's words fell, and the atmosphere between the four of them instantly turned silent.
After a moment, the silence was broken by the Red Blood Demigod.
"Wraith, I think you'd better give it some more careful thought. Countless demigods die on the White Beach every ten thousand years. How can you be so sure you won't be next?"
The Red Blood Demigod spoke.
Unlike Cloud Wind Demigod, he truly considered Milton Cheney a friend.
On hearing this, Milton Cheney simply shook his head with a deadpan expression, offering no further explanation.
Should he say that even if he died in this world, he wouldn't truly perish?
That was impossible, primarily because it was highly unlikely the Red Blood Demigod would believe such a claim, and even if he did, Milton Cheney had no intention of revealing such information.
After all, every plane of existence in which Milton Cheney reincarnated was different from the Spiritual Divine Realm.
