"In twenty years, the gate to the myriad monster realm will open, and I wonder if we'll be able to hold out till then." At that moment, memories flickered in He Wu's eyes.
"With the divine soul tool left by our Master, what is there for the Venerable One to fear?" Ling Yayi, often known as Nangong Dagou, is as offbeat as he was in the past.
"But...under the Venerable One, there are ten thousand supremes from the myriad monster world." He Wu swallowed hard as he said this.
Ten thousand supremes — just the number is terrifying to hear.
The whole of Liu Feng Realm doesn't even have that many Supremes.
Not to mention, the strength of the northern region surpasses the southern region.
They can't hold out for long here.
Upon hearing this, Ling Yayi's expression also turned grave: "In twenty years, the Master will come here, I wonder... Ah, although I want to see Master, I hope he does not come here."
The Blood Master is mighty and inherently sacred.
